Hua Tai Xiang (花太香)

When will the grievances of the world finally come to rest?

Dusk approaches with the evening glow, walking alone without concern.

So carefree, not questioning the world's hatred which is as light as tea.

In the rivers and lakes, one phrase lives on; do what is right and fear nothing.

The elegant figure leaves a lingering fragrance everywhere; the moonlight is dim yet bright in the mountains.

The evening breeze brings sorrow like the waves of the sea.

Come on, come on, a cup full of bitter wine, no one should come to block me.

Drink wildly and sing joyfully.

Wandering the world, accompanied by falling leaves and dust.

True elegance cannot be hidden; it isn't love for foolish feelings but for the flower.

The flower is too fragrant; beneath the flowers, one lives freely, yet the flower fades with time.

Without any wounds, only caring about having loved her.

The elegant figure leaves a lingering fragrance everywhere; the moonlight is dim yet bright in the mountains.

The evening breeze brings sorrow like the waves of the sea.

Come on, come on, a cup full of bitter wine, no one should come to block me.

Drink wildly and sing joyfully.

Ah, why must you endure your yearning and ignore her?

A lonely boat sways in the sea, living in a way that's neither here nor there, yet still thinking of her.

Ah, why must you insist on having her and not wanting to let go?

Fate doesn't last long; wanting to love but not allowing it, why force it?

The sea is blue, and tomorrow I will still be a man.

In the rivers and lakes, one phrase declares love set aside.

The flower is too fragrant; beneath the flowers, one lives freely, yet the flower fades with time.

Without any wounds, walking with ease.