Wildflowers gather on the grassland that witnessed the death of gods
The faraway wind is farther than far
My mandolin cries   without tears
I return the farness to the grassland
One is called wood   one horsetail
My mandolin cries   without tears

Only in death will wildflowers gather afar
The moon is a mirror   hanging high   reflecting thousand years
My mandolin cries   without tears
I speed my horse across the grassland