Put away the wine cup, the moon hangs on Mount Lu for the last time
Those stormy nights
Just like that, never to return
The wind comes from the mountains, she doesn't know
Labuo Zhuo is already winter
Winter in Labuo Zhuo
The girl who always mispronounces my name
Already gone far away, who would believe it
The size of the sea is unrelated to water
Women often have a distant place first, before they despair
Men often have a distant place because of despair
I seem to remember there is such a saying
Having seen too many farewells
Who still cares, two lines of tears, deep feelings for family
Text by / Arno Ab