I have drunkenly laughed with you for thirty thousand times, and there is no need to complain about my separation.
Unexpectedly, I climbed up the stairs and raised my glass again today.
The wind blows, and I recall the past in my dreams.
Thousands of miles of mountains and thousands of miles of territory.
Who can pity the emperor's heart despite the clouds thousands of miles away?
Rivers of blood flowed, thousands of bones withered, war smoke suddenly rose, and everything was devastated.
Who can turn his hands into clouds and turn his hands into rain?
The dream of country, the heart of domination. The tenderness, looking back.
The eyes are filled with tears and the heart is empty.
He hates, he loves, I dream, I get drunk,
He cries, he laughs, I am crazy. I am crazy.
He is like a trapped dragon in the shallows, and will eventually roar to the nine heavens and dominate the world.
I played a song on the zither, and I could not sing the sadness and sorrow that could not be sung, the gatherings and separations that could not be described, and the determination that could not be expressed.
The willows of the West Lake are branching out, the smoke is gathering on the cold embankment, the moon is gathering yarn, and I am rafting on the Miaomiao Blue Lake.
Suddenly, who sings the song of everlasting regret?
When I looked back, I suddenly smiled and said nothing.