When we first met, the Bianhe River was in danger, so we could fly across it in a light boat.
When we meet again, I hold my sword three feet high and my eyes are like stars.
We met again, wearing gauze hats, red robes, and elegant white shirts.
But looking back, we passed by each other, living and dying together, but they became two different paths!
Why, why, I ask Jun Yan with tears.
How can we survive this calamity?
The sky is covered with snow, can there be a moment of dawn?
In the cool evening, the moon shines brightly.