After the rain in Chang 'an, it seems that autumn will come overnight.

It's a long way, and the winter wind blows the clothes of distant tourists.

In a boat on the river, someone is listening to the flute on a rainy night and leaning against the clear night sky. I think this lyric is a bit contradictory. )

The desert sand is endless, like endless sadness.

Standing on the dam of Chang 'an, weeping willows seem to say goodbye.

The moonlight thousands of miles away from Guanshan is like a lake and a garden, sparkling and like sad tears.

The tall gate delayed the fate of the beautiful woman, and I don't know whose voice was sad in the courtyard.

In the dream, I vaguely heard someone whispering, and beauty was also contaminated with secular dust.

The sound of the strings is sudden, and in the sound of falling rain, someone stands alone and quietly.

Only now can this piece of music tell you how you feel.

When the moon sets, the cuckoo sings. It flies in the night sky like catkins, and it seems to have a frosty night in its mouth.

Commitment weighs a thousand pounds. I hope you can remember it from today.

Leaving Chang 'an is to bid farewell to my hometown three thousand miles away.

The end of the world is endless, asking how much sadness there is.

Qin and sword are the best match to accompany you on your long journey.

The wind and smoke at the ferry are confusing.

Who is playing the flute in a residential building in Chang 'an? (I think this lyric is also a bit contradictory. )

The bright lights and fireworks in the market are over, another year has passed, and the figure is thin.

I can't find my way after being drunk, and the night wind is cool.

You and I have different paths. You want to go to Xiangshui, and I want to go to Qindi.

Laughing at a thousand feasts, but not talking about the feelings of parting in my heart.

Only this song can make people forget the trivial things in the world.

Time seems to fall on the painter's picture, which looks like a washed blue sky.

There are too few intimate friends. Who will listen to the sound when the string is broken?

As the sun sets, the only ideal city in the desert is closed, and Yanran Mountain is shut out of the city, even if it can never be recovered.

Only this piece of music can soothe the painful mood.

The horn sounded in the frontier fortress, and some people no longer care whether to leave or stay.

The music played in the Qiang pipe was broken, leaving only the frost on the ground.

Don't want to go, don't want to go, the clouds are still there, but the raised glasses come and go.

When this piece of music is finished, it will naturally gain identity and reputation.

Recall that when I was in Chang 'an, tall buildings were built in the corner of the city.

Snowflakes falling on the path of the field make people half drunk and half awake.

If I had known this would happen after meeting, I might as well not meet.

When the music stopped singing and dancing, people disappeared.

That's about it. I translated the Gu Yan words in the lyrics into modern vernacular words. I hope you are satisfied ~