So here I am－
born a man
I've won no fame
and now I'm old
walking the mountain roads
through three long years of famine
the bigwigs in Chang'an are young
competing for wealth and position
deep in the mountains live old men
wise scholars, friends of mine
we talk about old times
and show our scars
And oh my seventh song
ends quietly
as the white sun runs
across the summer sky.