All the way with the wind
falling seeds in ten thousand journeys
it's destined to be a harvest season
Three lives of drunken dreams
A thousand trees of blooming
this time pleasant and charming spring
Purple airs are floating
beautiful mountains and rivers
eternal souls in the universe
The silk is brilliant
the curtain is hazy
and a noble spirit that will never perish in the sky and the earth
.
Note: first and third sentences by Popochangkong.
Second and fourth sentences by Luo Zhihai.