The generals are like Yuzhu, and they are on the top of the snowy forest.
I compare my concubine to a spiritual bird, resting on the end of a bamboo branch.
The breeze rises in the forest, and I dance with the bamboo leaves.
Recalling the first time we met, the snowy field was thousands of miles cold.
The spring breeze melts the ice and snow.
When the ice and snow melt, my heart never fades away.
I hope you know my concubine's wishes, lest I be separated for a long time.