Died at the Nightless City, who would believe that the young man told no lie?
I have once crafted a flute and give up my sword to keep a promise as well
Standing in front of the still existing gossips, what& #39;s the need to explain when my loyal heart is still the same?

The sounds of guqin travel far beyond the Tranquil Chamber
Search by playing "Inquiring for the soul", only to receive echoes that ring hollow
Again, I ask friends and acquaintances: how to see black and white?
How to measure honor, disgrace, glory and its fall?

Unable to calm my restless mind, I laughed and asked the blue sky
When I looked back, I suddenly realized many years had passed from those days
There used to be no separation, no worries, no hatred
And I could still say aloud the word "A-Xian"