Yashan Died in the Song Dynasty

On the cliff mountain, the wind and lingering clouds are blowing, The thunder of the naval battle was deafening. Strong bones, unyielding soul, The red heart of blue blood reflects the bright sun and moon. Lands and mountains change hands, tragedies arise everywhere, Loyalty sheds blood, but who listens to wild history? Eternal hatred, once the dream is over, The sad wind is hunting, blowing through the cold Ting.