辞九门回忆 (节奏版)

Mistakenly intruding into the heavenly family

Advising me to put down the sand in my hands

Opening my mouth to sing, but my voice is hoarse

Powdered face and draped clothes, calling it a fake

Pity me, come and sit down peacefully

Daring not to taint the tea before Buddha

Only acting as a mortal attending to snow, moon, wind, and flowers

One song settles the high tower

One glance, half a lifetime of planning

Seeing nothing but those treacherous surging clouds

Entering this door, never looking back

No need to declare it aloud

I bow again at the desk to that dilapidated state under pouring rain

Gathering again

Actors have many sorrows

Pitiful is a place of deep, old affection

The whole audience of dressed elites are all old and decayed

Stories of the underworld have no end

A play without bones is hard to control

Changing an act and starting over again

Only saying that the human world is the hardest to stay in

Mistakenly intruding into the heavenly family

Advising me to put down the sand in my hands

Opening my mouth to sing, but my voice is hoarse

Powdered face and draped clothes, calling it a fake

Pity me, come and sit down peacefully

Daring not to taint the tea before Buddha

Only acting as a mortal attending to snow, moon, wind, and flowers

Actors have many sorrows

Pitiful is a place of deep, old affection

The whole audience of dressed elites are all old and decayed

Stories of the underworld have no end

A play without bones is hard to control

Changing an act and starting over again

Only saying that the human world is the hardest to stay in

Mistakenly intruding into the heavenly family

Advising me to put down the sand in my hands

Sending that person riding a horse on the imperial street

Scholars and beauties break off their beautiful tales

Pity me, swallowing the bitterness

Unable to seek the tea before Buddha

Only leaving three inches of soil to plant February flowers