وداع صديق (لي باي)

وداع صديق (لي باي)

Blue hills stretch across the northern wall,

White waters wind around the eastern town.

Here we part for the first time,

A lonely tumbleweed journeys ten thousand miles.

A drifting cloud — the wanderer's mood,

The setting sun — an old friend's heart.

Waving hands, from this point we part,

Neighing softly, the horses call.