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Moonlit evening river, autumn ripples wrinkle, a boat full of clear dreams presses upon the starry river

There are only night sparrows, no one harmonizes with the sad song

Carving paulownia to make a lute, looking at the mountain scenery, suddenly hearing a long song

Straw cape stained with dew, fisherman and woodcutter returning at night

Harmonizing with green mountains, playing the rivers, I know the joy of mountains and rivers

Playing the lute for people, no one knows my joy

Vast and then towering again, the guest suddenly laughs at me

Every sound of longing, the comer can grasp it all

Only leaving the bright moon to recall the past, warming wine to meet a soulmate

May I ask the mortal world, how many can truly know me?

The three-foot jade lute shatters its bones, like breaking strings and severing a sorrowful heart

All alone, in the vast heaven and earth

The sky is about to brighten, the grass frost is cold, for whom does the heart's sound on the strings break?

The thin mist is waning, unknowingly the lute's sound becomes chaotic

Waiting until next year when the moon is round again, the crabapple flowers bloom brilliantly

Playing the seven strings again, talking broadly with you

Only leaving the bright moon to recall the past, warming wine to meet a soulmate

May I ask the mortal world, how many can truly know me?

The three-foot jade lute shatters its bones, like breaking strings and severing a sorrowful heart

All alone, in the vast heaven and earth

Spring and autumn turn, the old friend is no longer here, the lonely grave is cold

High mountains and flowing water are only played for you

Broken dreams return, the song ends and will not be played again

Only leaving the bright moon to recall the past, warming wine to meet a soulmate

May I ask the mortal world, how many can truly know me?

The three-foot jade lute shatters its bones, like breaking strings and severing a sorrowful heart

All alone, in the vast heaven and earth

Only leaving the bright moon to recall the past, warming wine to meet a soulmate

May I ask the mortal world, how many can truly know me?

The three-foot jade lute shatters its bones, like breaking strings and severing a sorrowful heart

All alone, in the vast heaven and earth

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