Dreams of Chang'an (Last Night)
Chang'an night, the moon is absent,People cannot sleep, the rain hasn't stopped,Dim lanterns, no swordplay or battle,Raise a glass and indulge in romantic love,A wonderful piece, seamlessly woven from fragments,A confusing but joyful acceptance of life's complexities,Chang'an's love, and the rain's intention,Autumn has drunk deep, the beautiful woman has departed,Red lips and white teeth, no longer a fleeting glance,Graceful and enchanting, dancing like a startled crane,Musical instruments intertwining, melodies lingering in the eaves,A lone figure emerging from a dream, a lost soul wandering,Chang'an's dreams, and the return of the people,Rain falls, autumn deepens,Ambitious dreams, few understand their intent,A hero's tears, never forgotten; a grand ambition,Raising the Wu Hook, a lifetime of military campaigns across the rivers and mountains,Swallowing mountains and rivers, swords clashing in four corners of the world
