Original subtitles

The spring wind came by the tower again last night

I looked up into the moon and recalled old memories

Dreams from the past suddenly burst out

A river keeps running though I try to cut it with a blade

Sorrow only deepens though I try to wash it away with wine

Dreams you cast behind only leaves you longing even more

A dream pursuer shall ride the wind on the journey of searching

Same way as a leaf drifts away from the tree to somewhere distant

It's when you have packed up and are ready …

… that you realize you don't know what to do

That's when you raise a sincere toast to the sorrow of departure

A traveler shall know what the cure is for pain

Nothing beats thousands of glasses of wine

Gaze into the expanse of the path before you that awaits exploration

A traveler shall be brave to pursue the dream

Even if the sorrow of departure is ever-deepening

A song will always grant you a reunion with the mountains and rivers

Before setting off, drink thousands of glasses of wine

Make toasts to dear friends

As glasses go joyfully around the table

There's no need to speak thoughts out loud

For they're all bittersweet

Let toasts speak on our behalf

A dream pursuer shall drink and appreciate the dance

Make toasts to sun, moon, and stars encapsulated in the glass

Even to the cosmos itself

Keep searching, and you shall gain insights into everything

Climb the tower while you're tipsy

Drink and dance with thin sleeves

In a few rounds

Write down a few lines of drunken talks

Gaze into the fierce primal chaos of the universe

Appreciate the vast expanse of cosmos

You and I shall take on this journey together among hundreds of boats racing along the river

Yesterday who has abandoned me is no longer within my grasp

Today who is irritating me is where all my problems come from

Have this feast before we set off

Even thousands of glasses of wine can't make us stay

We shall be back on our way once we wake up from drunken dreams

A traveler shall know what the cure is for pain

Nothing beats thousands of glasses of wine

Gaze into the expanse of the path before you that awaits exploration

A traveler shall be brave to pursue the dream

Even if the sorrow of departure is ever-deepening

A song will always grant you a reunion with the mountains and rivers

A traveler shall know what the cure is for pain

Nothing beats thousands of glasses of wine

Gaze into the expanse of the path before you that awaits exploration

A traveler shall be brave to pursue the dream

Even if the sorrow of departure is ever-deepening

A song will always grant you a reunion with the mountains and rivers

A traveler shall know what the cure is for pain

Nothing beats thousands of glasses of wine

Gaze into the expanse of the path before you that awaits exploration

A traveler shall be brave to pursue the dream

Even if the sorrow of departure is ever-deepening

A song will always grant you a reunion with the mountains and rivers