百千夜尽,谁为我,化青盏一座,谁倚门独望过千年烟火。
夜星寥落,谁为我,执一息灯火,谁倚门独候过千年寂寞。
蓦然回首,谁为我,任一生蹉跎,谁倚门独守过千年约诺。
At nights, who for me, melts blue one, who relies on the gate to look the millennium smoke and fire alone.
A night of star is sparse, who for me, holds rest lights, who relies on the gate to wait the millennium to be lonely alone.
Suddenly looks back on, who for me, any life wastes time, who relies on the gate to defend the millennium to promise approximately alone.