The pipa strings are rising with falling eyes,
Tangled and confused, looking for the past,
In the Tower Mansion in the south city, the flames rise and dance;
The watermarks are mottled and take away the color,
Tears are all over the lapel, blood is all over the shirt,
The hair is falling, and the ebony is stained with vermilion soul.
Suddenly sand sweeps the road ahead,
The jade butterfly burns in the fire, its wings are broken and the ruins remain.
The water of Qinlin stream is covered with frost and moss,
Honglian is about to die, and his heart is especially toward the sky!
What's more, there's smoke on New Year's Eve!
————"Burning Cloud Song"