Drunk, I rise and approach the moon in the lake,
There was a peony.
Amidst a solitary night, bound by sorrow,
I Inquire the peony.
For whom do you shed your petals and leaves,
for whom do you bloom?

Wine, a drink to some, a comfort for others.
The mind is drunk, yet the heart is not.
It’s a source of medicine to forget one's sorrows for a long while,
Yet to many, a poison to numb the heart.
Recalling the melodic song looming over nightfall breeze,
My sorrow slowly eased.

Opening the window, I watch the bird depart
With a heart.
They say distant heart tend towards like places,
Yet my heart drifts with no traces of paces.
When the heart drifts,
So does the spirits.
Travelling a thousand miles,
I hope it finds its replies.

In eastern hill, the lake is murky,
sky wearing crimson colour flurries.
There're rumors of a mysterious sage
Who could answer many worries.
I find I'm crowded full of parting's feelings,
Alas, he does not wish for healing.

Tonight, the moon is far,
A beautiful petal, perching behind the mist.
Sitting by the pavilion lake with a wine jar,
I reached for the reflection as my spirit drift.

Beneath a willow tree,
Death ask Life,
“Why is it that they avoid me?”
To that, Life smiled and whispered to his ear.
“Because you are the painful truth.”

The sky is long, the road is far, wind and snow blow straight.
Dangling white specks of snow unfolded gracefully,
Yet home is naught when the dust flutters.
Just like a fishing boat in the rain,
Destination is just another
rest-stop.

Sitting ashore, I offer my friend a cup of wine,
I ask what place he is headed to.
To my regret, there is no-one to hear.

Some say that life cannot be controlled by oneself,
for it is within the grasp of Fate, and Time.
I laughed!

Laugh, because I can’t resist.
Laugh, because I can’t resist..
Laugh, because I can’t resist...