English Rendering
（to the tune ‘Live a Thousand Years’）
To the end of the world I’m driven;
Across this strait is Hainan Island.
Tears, the last gift of loyalty, are drained,
With a dim hope of being resummoned.
This gentleman is still in reasonable shape.
Spotless is his gold belt and jade pendant.
With Chang’an’s vibes this sunset rhymes,
A thousand miles towards the mainland.
The Emperor’s order can be a challenge,
But I warrant his courtier’s value retained.
To quiet my voice, the distance functions.
My ‘Sins’ are contained, so no concern.
Maybe no luck to change an old-school nut,
Even if I could be so blessed and pardoned.
Better go floating on the sea, like Confucius.
I’m done with ambition and done with illusion.
