Cold Mountain Snow

A young man, a life, a journey to the rivers and lakes, a glance at the affairs of the court. May you go through half a life of hardship and return still a young man. The swords and swords rise, and the sound of the flute is cold. Withered bones falling, old crows going crazy. The strong men from the east return to the west, Sitting in the north with hatred, looking at the south of the Yangtze River. I don't know whose husband he is. I don't know whose son-in-law he is. What a shame, the sky is so vast, Sit quietly and look at the cold mountains.