Waiting for a round of whispers, the night deepens to full maturity
Waiting for a morning light to engrave a city
How many times have we fallen into the mortal world?
How many times have we confounded the world?
With unwavering gazes, who is waiting?

Tea cools, and the night turns cold, a red umbrella shields the rain's traces
Let me be serious again about the part of faith
One glance at the city, and it's not the same as the old days
Centuries ebb and flow like dust in the wind
Who guards a lifetime without asking?

Flowers and swords leave no marks, hanging a bright lantern
Silver butterflies stain old dreams, and life and death need no more questions
Yet you've been with me all the way
How many cycles of reincarnation in the mortal realm?
I remain as I am by default, indifferent to sinking

An uneasy lingering lamp extends into memories
The evening breeze sways, and the person in red is easily separated
Rarely do you throw yourself recklessly
Accompanying me through a lifetime of ups and downs

Worries have no measure, and concerns are like wrinkles
An entire constellation remains unbroken, a sincere truth
Who attains enlightenment in a single day and ascends?
Who wanders endlessly among gods and ghosts?
Right and wrong are like blades, they can hurt people

Flowers and swords leave no marks, hanging a bright lantern
Silver butterflies stain old dreams, and life and death need no more questions
Yet you've been with me all the way
How many cycles of reincarnation in the mortal realm?

Flowers and swords leave no marks, hanging a bright lantern.
Silver butterflies stain old dreams, and life and death need no more questions
Yet you've been with me all the way

I remain as I am by default, indifferent to sinking