You smile only for the beauty in the city, never for me as the emperor;
Your ambition is for my throne and my world, but you don't have me;
You don't know, you are on the battlefield, and I am imprisoned in a deep palace, with a glass of poisonous wine and three feet of white silk;
Your triumphant return should be respected by all the people and your name will go down in history, but my body is already cold;
Walking on the road to hell, only people ask: "Is Zhongjun's life worth it?"
Look at the meteors falling to the west of your country, all you can say is:
For the rest of your life, just one thought from you is enough...