When saying goodbye to the dead I can swallow my tears
But saying goodbye to the living is so painful
South on the Yangtze, some hazy fever
Word from you, dear exile, has not reached me here
Ol' buddy, you passed through my dreams
For this long now, I've been a believer
Now you're caught in divine law
Are you a bird? Do your wings still carry you? Winged-weaver!
Road without end, too far into the distance
Is there your spirit left, to comfort the griever
Your spirit came from a greener maple forest
And your spirit returned to a threshold, much darker
Moonlight fills my room!
And reveals the colour of your face to I, lonely perceiver
The water is deep, the waves are crashing
I'm begging you dragon "go easy"
Go easy
I'm begging you dragon
Go easy
Go easy
On my buddy
On my buddy
On my buddy