Drunken Dream Of The Past
fēngyǔ qiánchén àoshì cāngqióng
qīng fǔ chén qǐng yì cóngróng
yún shēn bùzhī chù tiānzǐ xiào tán zhōng
shìshì wúcháng dú zuì mèng yī chǎng
tàn zhèngxié liǎng dàoguàn shìjiān xuānxiāo
gū yīshēn zhàn jiānghú
yì bùcéng jiāng nèixīn gūfù
xiāosǎ rén jiàn dào shàn è dōu lí kōng
què mò bu diào xīn zhòng shānghén
zhè yīshì fúshēng ruò mèng
zòngrán yǔ shì wú zhēng dào bùtóng yì zài xīnzhōng
zěnnài xiágānyìdǎn què chéng yīchǎngkōng
shàn è shìfēi fèn míng ài hèn jièxiàn bù qīng
xiāngshí jiù xiàng shì yī chǎng mèng
lúnhuí chóngshēng ēnyuàn míméng
sìcéngxiāngshí lù qīng fēng
yún jǐngshēn chù qínsè bàn dí shēng
shìshì wúcháng dú zuì mèng yī chǎng
tàn zhèngxié liǎng dào guān shìjiān xuānxiāo
bìngjiān zhàn jiānghú
cóng wèicéng jiāng nèixīn gūfù
xiāosǎ rén jiàn dào shàn è dōu lí kōng
què mò bu diào xīn zhòng shānghén
zhè yīshì yǔ rén wú zhēng
zòngrán yǔ shì wú zhēng dào bùtóng yì zài xīnzhōng
zěnnài xiágānyìdǎn què chéng yīchǎngkōng
shàn è shìfēi fèn míng ài hèn jièxiàn bù qīng
xiāngzhī jiù xiàng shì yī chǎng mèng
zòngrán yǔ shì wú zhēng dào bùtóng yì zài xīnzhōng
zěnnài xiágānyìdǎn què chéng yīchǎngkōng
shàn è shìfēi fèn míng ài hèn jièxiàn bù qīng
xiāngzhī jiù xiàng shì yī chǎng mèng
Drunken Dream Of The Past
Before the rain, the bright colors of the sky
The green clothes are light and elegant
The clouds are mysterious, where do the celestial beings laugh and chat
Endless history, reading a drunken dream
Exploring the two paths of righteousness, time is mysterious
Ancient clothes stand in the Jianghu
Never will the inner heart be lonely
The laughter of people, seeing the mountain of resentment disappear
But the ink does not fall, the heart is full of sorrow
This is a rebirth as if in a dream
Always with the world, there is no dispute, different meanings in the heart
How can one be willing to be lonely and become an empty space
Resentment is not divided, clear hatred, love, and boundaries are not clear
Like a dream, it's just a dream
Reincarnation, vow of silence
Four seasons, like the green wind
The clouds are quiet, the colors are half hidden
Endless history, reading a drunken dream
Exploring the two paths of righteousness, time is mysterious
Standing in the Jianghu
Never will the inner heart be lonely
The laughter of people, seeing the mountain of resentment disappear
But the ink does not fall, the heart is full of sorrow
This is an event with people without dispute
Always with the world, there is no dispute, different meanings in the heart
How can one be willing to be lonely and become an empty space
Resentment is not divided, clear hatred, love, and boundaries are not clear
Like a dream, it's just a dream
Always with the world, there is no dispute, different meanings in the heart
How can one be willing to be lonely and become an empty space
Resentment is not divided, clear hatred, love, and boundaries are not clear
Like a dream, it's just a dream