Farewell By LI Shutong 英译:【美】陈良 Tr. Liang CHEN (US)
Where we part, old roads lie, Sweet grass greens to sky. Willows wave while low flutes sigh, Sun bids hills goodbye. From sky's brinks, to land's ends. Scatter bosom friends. Now with wine let's all get high, Tonight longings fly.
(repeat) Where we part, old roads lie, Sweet grass greens to sky. Willows wave while low flutes sigh, I bid friends goodbye.