The motherland is gone, and in a blink of an eye, it has been thousands of years in the distance; the twists and turns have taken a turn, and another lifetime of misery has been lost.
The sword is covered in dust, and the passing years are wasted between talking and laughing; the country is like a picture, and I just want to be free and easy in the world.
The grievances and grievances in the rivers and lakes are like clouds of emotion in looking back; the love, hatred and grudges are willing to draw the sword for true love and give it up forever.