Who looks at the sky in the distance? Who looks at the sky in the distance?
Why do you sing on a cold night?
The wind blows over the hillside, the wind blows and creates ripples in the water
The bright Moon reflects the passers-by

She walked a long road with her footsteps getting slower and slower
I'll forget, but then I'll remember and watch the clouds roll by
With a red candle in her hand, she never feared the fog
The years are a little bitter, but there's grace in swallowing them
She climbed to the pavilion, she climbed to the pavilion
If you don't see the galaxy, then illuminate the lights
The wind blows the bamboo dragonflies, the wind blows the old zither
High up on the wall, smoke and dust fall

Who looks at the sky in the distance? Who looks at the sky in the distance?
Why do you sing on a cold night?
The wind blows the golden birdflower, the wind blows the golden chrysanthemum
There are returning guests in this vast world
The world goes on like the seasons, so there is heat and cold in my heart
Sometimes the expectations are not fulfilled, just like the winter wind that bites into the bones
Life was originally just nature, nourished by tears or bound to themselves
With a little warmth in the wind, new aspirations will break through the ground

Like a dream, like a dream
Whether it's hot or cold is only a matter of time
Like a dream, like a dream
Moonlight is in her eyes

Her eyes are still the same as before