Crush this flourishing fireworks
Blood-stained paintings
How can she compete with a little cinnabar between her eyebrows?
The world is always just a prosperous one
Sadness and white hair cannot keep prosperity
Throw away the picturesque scenery
Let her smile like a flower
Just for her, stand up for the world
Listen to the sword mute
Look at the green blood stained with peach blossoms
The Sixth Army did not send out troops and troops came to the city.
The neighing war horses of the country
The wind blows across the sky and the earth fights
In the prime of life, ruling the world
In the end, she conquered the world
Looking side by side, the vastness of the world