Residing shadow like duckweed floating on river, Wild-goose tracelessly flies into the sky, Late summer the ground is still hot, Yet ridge top is cool, snow accumulates on the peak.

Wake up in the morning and everyone holds water washing, Rush and disarray each in a hurry, Thousands of years still haven’t met, Clean here and clean there, still a piece of skin.

Softly play the sound of Guqin resonates, Heaven and Earth pass on the subtle message, Gift you a piece of soundless music, Don’t mind the five tones heard or not.

Golden-hair lion roars, Face South and observe North Star, Beckon a gust of wind, Mirror reflects the universe.