I forget who I am and where I am?
In the distance is the snow peak,
near the village stream water,
a large area of wheat fields, green and yellow semi ginseng.
I hold the heavenly beads in my hand.
That's the only memory you give.
Where should I go to crack the bridge?
I can't go. Standing at the intersection of the past and this life,
where can I find myself?
The wilderness is boundless. Do you love me?
Where should I wait for you?