Tiān Yá Kè

The sky is vast, the construction of the bridge is cold and hard
The night is busy, the moonlight shines on the yellow hall
Who will allow me to ride a horse to the edge of the lake
Who is most likely to dream of the cliff, not seeing the ancient fragrance

The west wind blows in the cool autumn, the rain gently taps on my window
People increase, people help, to prevent sorrow, sing in a frenzy
The spring breeze blows green, the southern water is calm, blowing not warm, people's hearts are cold
Persistent but not rigid, is this not our light

Seeing each other very late, as late as not returning, not regretting, thinking of the past
Bringing the drum to the west wind, exchanging horses, changing small bridges, flowing water, human homes
Thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, looking like smoke, waves, peach blossoms
The sound of ice and snow, the military master, the wine, the cup of tea

The grass grows, the smoke rises, the clouds move, the sun shines
Asking where the first fragrant butterfly is, for the ancient jade, for the cool
You are simple, not just thousands of ancient sorrows, not like me a few
Accompany the military, three million fields, never leave from now on

Seeing each other very late, as late as not returning, not regretting, thinking of the past
Bringing the drum to the west wind, exchanging horses, changing small bridges, flowing water, human homes
Thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, looking like smoke, waves, peach blossoms
The sound of ice and snow, the military master, the wine, the cup of tea

Endless falling wood, small and small, not just growing, the cliff is rolling
The wind blows, the double swords meet, no need for words
You and I are still
Get rid of high songs, record high, repair without residence, without number, without love
But get a few branches for yourself, the wind is relentless, the dust is not patient
The mountain is high, the water is far, you are there, I am there too