How deep is the courtyard, the winding path

tells of solitude.

The pavilion stands cold facing the steep

cold stones, the bustling world and the

ink-swaying chaos.

The autumn cicadas sing sadly as dead leaves

float, looking far the road to the horizon is

long.

Take steps calmly on the iron bridge, with

ofty sentiments looking at today.

The tides rise and fall, the sound of waves is

faint. How can one be carefree when worried

about gains and losses?

Whether success or failure is known by heaven. Love and hate, emotions and

grudges fade with the wind.

Remembering again the bright moon of that

year, I just smile as I please.

The tides rise and fall, the sound of waves is

faint. How can one be carefree when worried

about gains and losses?

Whether success or failure is known by

heaven. Love and hate, emotions and

grudges fade with the wind.

Remembering again the bright moon of that

year, I just smile as I please.

The tides rise and fall, the sound of waves is

faint. How can one be carefree when worried

about gains and losses?

Whether success or failure is known by

heaven. Love and hate, emotions and

grudges fade with the wind.

Remembering again the bright moon of that

year, I just smile as I please.