One rotation is complete.
The days flow on,
the year passes by.

How many flowers have dropped down?
How many fruits have fallen?
The year passes by.

With what warmth did we sing our rhythmic songs!
With what pain did we cry a flow of tears!
The year was mingled with my life,
and now, today, it is gone,
into oblivion it flows.

Those who come,
go to depart
and those who depart,
go to return.

Those who float into the distant blue sky,
will return in newer and newer forms.
The year passes by.

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One rotation of six seasons is complete.
The days flowed on, the year passed by.

How many flowers have faded away?
How many fruits have fallen off?
The year passes by.
With what agony and flowing tears
the year has mingled with my life!
Today it is gone,
into oblivion it flows.

Those who come, come to depart.
And those who depart, go to return.
Those who float into the distant blue sky,
will return in new forms.
The year passed by, one rotation is complete.