He was so angry that he leaned against the railing, and the misty rain stopped.
Looking up, looking up to the sky and roaring, with strong feelings.
Thirty years of fame and dust, eight thousand miles of clouds and moon.
Don't wait any longer. The young man's head will turn gray, and it will be so sad!
The shame of Jingkang is still not over.
When will the hatred of the ministers be extinguished?
Drive a long car and cross the gap in Helan Mountain!
The ambition is to eat the meat of Huns when they are hungry, and to drink the blood of Huns when they are thirsty.
Waiting to start over, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and face the sky.