The beauty falls into a dream, and the fragrant soul wanders around the palace.
After the lonely incense grave, who can feel empty and sad?
The motherland is in sight, but it is just an illusion.
After a thousand years of wandering, I will meet you again.
A red flower walks into a broken page tonight;
A touch of beauty tonight, hurriedly taking away the setting sun like blood;
A red flower will not wither tonight despite the wind and rain;
A beautiful song tonight, sobbing across the sky of history.
Beautiful faces and red flowers, parting between life and death. Who will settle the love, resentment and hatred?
Red flowers are beautiful, cloudy and clear. Who will write down the merits of a thousand years?