Great Song Share - Floating White

Sleepless in the dead of night, A startled goose in the autumn sky. Drinking alone, the pot's bottom in sight, Knocking over the tavern's flag. Innkeeper, don't be stingy, I'll pay with my zither. And add a tune, 'Dragon Soaring in Water', This cup of wine, not to be taken lightly. Order in the human world, floating white is clear without measure, Encounters are inevitable, so are goodbyes, don't dwell too much on memories. Lost in the red dust, don't ask who the master is, keep your original heart. Just let me wither away here, numbly forgetting past affections. Let me accidentally cast aside ten years of worries, Enough is enough, knowing the past cannot be turned back. Release from existence and non-existence, Revisit and ponder whether it was so. Lean on the elbow of impermanence, To see through the ways of the world. Please grant me the desperate craving for lingering warmth in my dreams, Disguise my shame with drunkenness, carving the boat in endless solitude. A parting carves three autumns, This life is like a trapped beast, Grasping time's sleeve, gently stroking, Until the story reaches its end. Light seeps through the window cracks, the steps are abandoned like mud, Did I babble nonsense last night? I advise you not to believe it. Cloud sleeves condense poetic energy, a thousand gold pieces are scattered, Wait for me to ascend to high office and return to redeem my zither. Order in the human world, floating white is clear without measure, Encounters are inevitable, so are goodbyes, don't dwell too much on memories. Lost in the red dust, don't ask who the master is, keep your original heart. Just let me wither away here, numbly forgetting past affections. Let me accidentally cast aside ten years of worries, Enough is enough, knowing the past cannot be turned back. Release from existence and non-existence, Revisit and ponder whether it was so. Lean on the elbow of impermanence, To see through the ways of the world. Please grant me the desperate craving for lingering warmth in my dreams, Disguise my shame with drunkenness, carving the boat in endless solitude. A parting carves three autumns, This life is like a trapped beast, Grasping time's sleeve, gently stroking, Until the story reaches its end.