I take my wine jug out among the flowers

to drink alone， without friends.

I raise my cup to entice the moon.

That， and my shadow， makes us three.

But the moon doesn't drink，

and my shadow silently follows.

I will travel with moon and shadow，

happy to the end of spring.

When I sing， the moon dances.

When I dance， my shadow dances， too.

We share life's joys when sober.

Drunk， each goes a separate way.

Constant friends， although we wander，

we'll meet again in the Milky Way.