Mist and water of Five Lakes, this body not gone home
Mist and water of Five Lakes, this body not gone home;
between heaven and earth, my temples turning grey.
White wine, fresh meat, I invite my close neighbors,
host serving guests.
The affairs of this world rise and fall
through a lifetime.
A few lodgings in the green mountains,
a single leaf of a fishing boat:
with these for now I'll elude the windblown dust.
between heaven and earth, my temples turning grey.
White wine, fresh meat, I invite my close neighbors,
host serving guests.
The affairs of this world rise and fall
through a lifetime.
A few lodgings in the green mountains,
a single leaf of a fishing boat:
with these for now I'll elude the windblown dust.
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