Climb atop the moonlit hills,
Focusing on the South,
In the south, there is a soft spring like water,
A girl who is as soft as spring water.
Looking back,
The past is like fireworks,
There is lingering, there is sorrow.
Ascend the hill where the night is filled,
Write my elegy in tears,
A song to youth,
A song to youth,
I can never play that
Music.
Thrown away thoughts,
Forever in my pocket,
Look at the mountains and rivers, there is a sunset,
Distant.