Looking at the vast wilderness, a cold mountain;
Countless mounds and countless fireflies.
Night is like a rock, driven by fate,
When do people say hello?
Missing youth, such as falling out of the water, is lost day by day.
Heroes are hard to do, which makes people of all ages cry.
Sad martial arts sword, blood spatter deficiency;
The Xiangjiang River is autumn water, and Jia Sheng is worried.
Jiaxuan failed, but Yang Ye did not return it.
Strange grievances spread long grievances.
Let's raise our glasses, let's rise and fall, let's share weal and woe, and let's be happy.
March 20th, 78, Nanchang.