Feeling sad, only three or two cups.
Break the bowl and reward your ambition.
The country is at war for three consecutive months; the general's hair is white and he still looks at the bloody sword.
The fighting spirit is still lingering on the battlefield.
Neighing, it's the hoofs of war horses digging into the dirt.
Wailing, Ye Niang and his wife walked off to see each other off.
That's all, one song, one article, hanging on the battlefield.
Cry, shed blood, throw heads.
Looking back, I feel heartbroken.
Temples, rivers and lakes, children have blank heads!
