Desolate City (Chinese Song Translation) 孤城 - 洛先生

 It's already late autumn, and we still have not had each other,
Tomorrow the old sage will go over the horizon;
The sound of music cannot express the grief in my heart.
Looking back, the old sage has gone;
The leaves fall like how my tears won't stop.
Playing a song of love and grief to ease the world of sorrow,
Gazing upon the horizon, and do away with this pining.
A moment's worth of longing and a year has gone by.
The leaves have fallen in autumn and the old sage has not reappeared,
There are flowers in these dreams, yet she does not appear;
Half a life has been spent on trivial matters;
Don't leave, even as the west wind blows, the sun sets, and a sandstorm kicks in;
The moonlight glazes over the heart,
in a world of love and grief;
Traveling all over the world, yet will forever remember her lovely gaze,
Fretting over this longing like a drunkard, when will this cease;
Who would halt for you,
The leaves are gone with the wind, while the flowers fall with the seasons.
Being drunk in a world of dreams,
A dream world where the love disappears upon waking;
And a sage that disappears in this dream will never appear again;
The freezing wind that blows after autumn, in a dream far gone,
Of a cold and desolate city,
A heavy blizzard bellows in my heart;
Gazing upon the horizon, and do away with this pining.
A moment's worth of longing and a year has gone by.
The leaves have fallen in autumn and the old sage has not appeared,
There are flowers in these dreams, yet she does not appear;
Half a life has been spent on trivial matters;
Don't leave, even as the west wind blows, the sun sets, and a sandstorm kicks in;
The moonlight glazes over the heart,
in a world of love and grief;
Traveling all over the world, yet will forever remember her lovely gaze,
Fretting over this longing like a drunkard, when will this cease;
Who would halt for you,
The leaves are gone with the wind, while the flowers fall with the seasons.
Being drunk in a world of dreams,
A dream world where the love disappears upon waking;
And a sage that disappears in this dream will never appear again;
The freezing wind that blows after autumn, in a dream far gone,
Of a cold and desolate city,
A heavy blizzard bellows in my heart.
The past feels like a dream,
Just that the thought of him brings an ache in my heart,
Who spends a lifetime just to wait for someone;
An indefinite number of encounters,
like being drunk in a desolate city and with life passing by.
The moonlight glazes over the heart,
in a world of love and grief;
Traveling all over the world, yet will forever remember her lovely gaze,
Fretting over this longing like a drunkard, when will this cease;
Who would halt for you,
The leaves are gone with the wind, while the flowers fall with the seasons.
Being drunk in a world of dreams,
A dream world where the love disappears upon waking;
And a sage that disappears in this dream will never appear again;
The freezing wind that blows after autumn, in a dream far gone,
Of a cold and desolate city,
A heavy blizzard bellows in my heart.