The azure sky with white clouds, The earth covered by leaves gold, The autumn hues join the ripples, Above which is bright the chill mist. Mountains reflect the sunset, In which the sky and water connect. Fragrant grass is relentless, Yet lies at the setting sun's blindness.
The gloomy spirit of hometown bears in mind with the journey along, Unless every night, Decent dreams keep me asleep. In the bright moon light, Do not stay alone in a tower high, Pour the wine on the sadness, Turn it into tears of lovesickness.