The country is buried with dead bones, and the beauty bewitches the hero.
This is destined to be a fruitless bitter love.
One wants to be unrestrained,
One seeks loyalty and filial piety,
Such painful love and hate,
Such a twisted entanglement,
What a tragic departure song should be created.
Life and death, love and justice, division and union, truth and falsehood
When the blood of life is gone
left behind
What kind of youthful life should it be?
Across the solid ice of history
The turbulent countercurrent rolls endlessly
here
We interweave black and white…