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京城往事如云烟Jīngchéng wǎngshì rú yún yān
京城往事如云烟 梦里依稀是旧颜。 司马台上风吹岭 伸手几乎接辰星。 缤纷草原见妩媚 从此天涯沦落人。 层层劫难身已老 时时砥砺心愈坚。
The past in the capital is like smoke and clouds In dreams, the old face is vaguely seen. On Sima Terrace, the wind blows over the ridge I reach out, almost touching the morning star. The colorful grassland reveals beauty From now on, I am a lost soul at the ends of the earth. Layer upon layer of tribulations have aged me Constantly honing my heart makes it stronger.