[Verse]
Day after day, the cup is full of wine. Morning after morning, the flowers in the garden bloom. I sing, I dance, I am happy. I am free and unfettered.
[Chorus]
How many spring dreams have been written in history? How many geniuses are there in this world? No need to worry or make plans. Just enjoy the present moment.
[Verse 2]
Shake your head and leave the world. There is no season for sobriety or intoxication. Working in a green raincoat and a green hat, I am accustomed to braving frost and snow.
[Chorus]
How many spring dreams have been written in history? How many geniuses are there in this world? No need to worry or make plans. Just enjoy the present moment.
[Bridge]
In the evening, the wind has died down, and the fishing line is idle. The new moon is above and below. A thousand miles of water and sky are one color. Watch the lone wild goose flicker.
[Outro]
Shake your head and leave the world. There is no season for sobriety or intoxication. A thousand miles of water and sky are one color. The lone wild goose appears and disappears.
[Verse]
The Yangtze River rolls eastward, its waves washing away countless times. Right and wrong, success and failure, all reduced to ashes. The green mountains remain, the setting sun intoxicating.
[Chorus]
Things past and present, a pot of wine. Laughing and chatting, laughing and chatting. A joyful reunion, the moon is at its peak. Laughing and chatting, laughing and chatting.
[Verse 2]
The white-haired fisherman and woodcutter on the riverbank. Accustomed to the autumn moon and spring breeze. So what if life is a dream? Unfulfilled ambitions, yet the heart is still mad.
[Chorus]
Things past and present, a pot of wine. Laughing and chatting, laughing and chatting. A joyful reunion, the moon is at its peak. Laughing and chatting, laughing and chatting.
[Bridge]
The river is long, the green mountains are far away. How many heroes have scattered like smoke. The wine in the pot, with you, is a wise man. Don't ask when we will return from the end of the world.
[Chorus]
Things past and present, a pot of wine. Laughing and chatting, laughing and chatting. A joyful reunion, the moon is at its peak. Laughing and chatting, laughing and chatting.