I was young, a handsome boy, in my prime;
However, destiny, the wind and clouds are changing, and the waves are undermining the end of the world;
How could a generation of talented people bend their fate to drink wine and talk to the world with laughter?
Wait for the day to come, and the world will be pacified in troubled times.
One general's achievements will lead to thousands of bones drying up, the troubled times will end, the prosperous times will rise, the songs of mourning will fall, and the songs of worship will be performed.
A tragic song of a prosperous age, with so many grievances and hatreds, how can it stand up to him singing while drinking?
How can there be romance since ancient times? Where can one be free and carefree?