"Some say that they drink to forget their sorrows, / but why aren't my troubles dissolved after drinking my fill? / At the bottom of the glass is the shadowy, illusory image of a dream. / Wherever I go to look for her, I always end up with a full glass of bitter brew."
「人說酒能消人愁，為什麼飲盡美酒還是不解愁，杯底幻影總是夢中人，何處去，尋找她，我還是再斟上苦酒滿杯。」