Short Jian'an Style
Write my songs, send my cheers How could one forget? Why the birds chirp, Why the winter sun sets? Though one and done, I have no regrets I, who turned south Who's heart is out west. Willow birds sing my songs Red Tulips cover my heart Moonlight lights my path White Cranes show my past Oh! Dear crimson wine Tell me my sins Any never done? Any repeats? This abyss of thirst Blinds my own dreams Under a lone oak tree No shade for me it seems Dear thin mountain air, Please cool my sweat As I close my eyes I place a final bet When it's all at the end I will have my laugh Family, foe or friend Will have to understand.