I don't hate many things in the world,
I hate that I am an immortal...
The wind fades away the tired beauty, and the beauty is drunk, with dark eyebrows, plain color, pearl flowers and golden lotus, the end of the tired song, the snow is fluttering, the singing girl is tired, the oriole's throat is wandering, and the heart is misty.
The battlefield is cold and blood-stained, the battle clothes are dyed, holding the sword in the wind, the woman is thinking about it in the middle of the night, the sword is sharp and the general is tired, the silver sword is bright, and the heart is thinking.
I only regret that I was frivolous when I was young, with the wind blowing, the horses roaring, and the beauty of the country. Wherever I look for my whereabouts, I can find them for a long time, and we are destined to share the beauty of the moon thousands of miles away...