A sad song of reincarnation
performed over and over again
Emperors, generals and ministers, pink and white in the Sixth Palace, ordinary people
Turning all sentient beings upside down is like falling into the abyss
Although I know that the sea of suffering is boundless
Still trying to struggle
Fate is also destiny, yes or no yes
The wind is always blown by the rain and the wind
Nothing new under the sun
What has happened, is happening, will happen
Unable to escape, eternally unchanged
Swords, guns, swords, bloodshed
Behind the overlapping curtains of palaces and temples
In the numerous historical books and volumes
either hidden or present
Greed, anger, ignorance
Guide boundless desires
It inspires everything and devours everything
Look at life as a play
lament the impermanence of things
Even if there is love and ruthlessness
Can't escape the entanglement in the world of mortals
But in a trance like an illusion of flowers
dissipate like smoke
Emperor and empress, relatives, powerful ministers
The world, the country, the dynasty
transgression, usurpation, restoration
Political strife, conspiracy, contingency
Everyone is controlled by fate
Ups and downs, involuntarily
And human nature is twisted, fate is bumpy, and encounters are bizarre
As the saying goes, all sentient beings have various states, nothing can be excluded.
An era of imbalance
A dazzling history
Covering the scrolls with a long sigh, the desolation lingers, the world is full of vicissitudes