Summer of farewell,
Smoke and grass full of the road, moonlight all over the building,
Ancient capital sank in broken rain,
Still can't beat the anxiety.

Suddenly, realize all is well in Beijing,
The one with lucky card, cold hands,
Not sure if Ceylon black tea was drunk.

Lost the best timing,
Begin to write and think,
At Centro this time.

From then on, always customed to stop by,
People will have to leave
A man has to live.