The cool moon flickers, and the road ahead is boundless. White horse all the way, approaching the long road.
A little drizzle turns into thin wine in the cup. Drink it all and indulge in a dream.
The smoke is vast and my eyes are confused.
The hero sheds tears for whose beauty, staying alone in the empty boudoir, feeling lonely and miserable in the cold night.
Twist a handful of loess and cover three thousand corpses. Think of a memory and forget three thousand old friends.
He drew his divine bow and shot down the wolf.
The gold and iron horses are splashing with flying dust. I turn my head and look back at my Nanling.
The blade of the knife shines with cold light, and the strong wind blows everywhere,
The heart is fixed in the dust and drifts away. The horn blows away the lonely smoke, and the iron and blood exchange for my mountains and rivers.
Triumphantly trampling the enemy's bones into dust, laughing and talking about being a brave warrior.
Once he wins, he becomes hegemonic, and he lies drunk with his head on the lap of a beautiful woman.
Sing with wine and grapes, and enjoy unlimited love.
However, the beauty's appearance is beside you, and the undercurrent is turbulent, and I miss you deeply.
The skin is like gelatin, the eyes are clear, and there is no difficulty in making plans.
Cardamom's youthful beauty loses its innocence, its immortal beauty becomes angry, and hatred arises.
Beautiful women are like clouds, but you are ruthless,
I laugh when I see you and cry when I leave you.
It has been difficult to see each other for many years, just because someone else fell into your arms.
The crystal bead curtain is three thousand feet long, and the beauty will regret it for the rest of her life.
Sleepless nights, longing for each other day after day, infatuated and ruthless, looking good with each passing year.
Look at its flowing light and all its brilliance.
Sit and watch the red candle weep and bleed, with a pair of golden scissors, cut by one person alone.