静月楼台空烦恼，何处梦醉寄逍遥，瑶琴缥缈纷纷扰，惊扰故人的好觉，叹人生

The Jingyue Tower is empty and troubled, where is the dream drunk to be happy, the Yaoqin is disturbing, disturbing the good sleep of the old man, sighing that the life is going round and round, and the love with you is not over, whose smile flies across the ends of the world, and the eyebrows are raised, Bodhi Sing a song for Floating Life, how lonely, the moonlit night with dim lights, a pot of dirty wine drunk in the corner, looking back and looking forward to the next life to be invited, dreaming back to the time when I was young, afraid that the voices in the old days would be wanton and loud, too noisy, you left at a slow pace Whether it is light or not, it is just right, slowly in my heart, a half-life prison is built, Jingyuelou is empty and troubled, where is the dream and drunk to be happy, Yaoqin is disturbed, disturbing the good sleep of the old man, sighing that the road of life goes round and round Turn around, I have no more love with you, whose smile flies across the ends of the earth, brows on the brows, Bodhi sang a song for the floating life, how lonely, the moonlight night is dimly lit, drunk in a pot of dirty wine in the corner, looking back and looking forward to the invitation in the next life, When I dreamed back when I was young, I was afraid that the voices in the old days would be wanton and noisy, too noisy, and the pace of your departure was neither too heavy nor too heavy, just right, slowly building a half-life prison in my heart, sighing that the road of life goes round and round, and I have no love with you In the end, whose smile flies across the ends of the earth, brows on the brows, Bodhi sang a song for the floating life, so lonely, the moonlight night is dimly lit, drunk in a pot of dirty wine in the corner, looking back and looking forward to the invitation in the next life, dreaming back to the time when I was young, Afraid that the voices of the old days would be wanton and noisy, too noisy, the pace of your departure was neither too heavy nor too heavy, just right, slowly building a half-life prison in my heart,

Jingyue Tower is empty and troubled, where can I dream of being drunk and carefree? The Yao Qin is ethereal and turbulent, disturbing the good sleep of my past friends. I sigh at the twists and turns of life's journey, and the lingering love with you is not over. Whose smile has flown over the ends of the earth, hanging on my eyebrows, and singing a song for floating life under the Bodhi. It is so lonely, the moonlight lights are dim, and a pot of turbid wine falls drunk in the corner. Looking back, I hope to be invited to the next life. I dream of being young at that time, afraid that the old voices would be too noisy and too noisy, The pace of your departure is not light or heavy, just right. It is slowly in my heart, building a half life prison. The quiet moon tower is empty and troubled, where dreams are drunk and carefree, the Yao Qin is ethereal and turbulent, disturbing the good sleep of old people, sighing at the twists and turns of life's journey, and the lingering love with you. Whose smile has flown over the ends of the earth, hanging eyebrows, and singing a song to the floating life under the Bodhi. It is so lonely, the moonlight lights are dim, and a pot of turbid wine is drunk in the corner, Looking back and hoping for an invitation in the afterlife, dreaming of being young at that time, afraid that the old voices would be too noisy and too noisy. The pace of your departure was not light or heavy, just right. Slowly in my heart, I built a prison for half a life, sighing that the path of life has been winding around, and the remaining love with you has not ended. Whose smile has flown over the ends of the earth, hanging eyebrows, singing a song to the floating life under Bodhi, how lonely it is, the moonlight lights are dim, and a pot of turbid wine is drunk in the corner, Looking back and hoping for an invitation in the afterlife, dreaming of being young at the time, afraid that the old voices would be too loud and noisy. The pace of your departure was not light or heavy, just right. Slowly in my heart, I built a prison for half a life,

There is nothing to worry about in the quiet moon, and where is the dream to be drunk? heptachord is dimly discernible, disturbing the old friend's good sleep, sighing about the road of life, and I have unfinished feelings with you. Whose smile flies over the ends of the earth, hanging my eyebrows, singing a song for the floating life under Bodhi, how lonely, the moonlight lights are dim, a pot of turbid wine is drunk in the corner, and then I look back and look forward to the next life, dreaming back to being young at that time, afraid. Building a prison for half a century, the quiet moon is empty, where is the dream? heptachord is dimly discernible, disturbing the old friend's good sleep, sighing that life is going round and round, and I have unfinished feelings with you. Whose smile flies over the ends of the earth, hanging my eyebrows, singing a song for the floating life under Bodhi, how lonely it is, the moonlight lights are dim, and a pot of turbid wine is drunk in the corner, and then I look back and look forward to the next life. Just right, slowly in my heart, build a prison for half a century, sigh about the road of life, and I have unfinished feelings with you. Whose smile flies over the ends of the earth, hangs my eyebrows, sings a song for the floating life under Bodhi, how lonely it is, the moonlight lights are dim, and a pot of turbid wine is drunk in the corner, and then I look back and look forward to the afterlife, dreaming of being young at that time, fearing that the old voice will be noisy and too noisy.