English Rendering
Why this hustle and bustle for a bubble fame
That’s mighty like a fly’s eyes, tiny as snail’s brain?
Your fate had been already set before you came.
Why are you still so obsessed with loss or success?
For a life span of one hundred years, if I may,
I’d set free this soul, let it be, breezy and gay,
With thirty six thousand rounds of nice wines,
and thirty six thousand nights of sweet dreams.
Just think again, list out all the good, and bad days,
You’ll find half shadowed in sorrow, in wind and rain.
It’s such a wonderful place at River South here,
So why should I spend my life to complain for pain?
I’d party with friends at the moss lawn with flowers,
Gleaming moon as the light, white clouds as the cover.
Together we’d share countless cups of fine drinks.
Together we’d sing to the tune the Vibrant Garden.
