All the good days of the Southern Dynasties are gone forever!
Spring has passed and there is nowhere to be found.
Magnificent website, land, coast, now desolate,
It's nothing like the old days.
Only pairs of swallows seem to have known each other in the past.
Fly out of the driveway owned by the former Lord.
It's late at night, and you hear the spring tide constantly pounding.
Reckless and rude, lonely in the city wall, declining.
Sorrow makes my heart heavy, and my thoughts are full of sad events.
Broken walls, royal wealth no longer exists.
Withered weeds are shrouded in mist on the hills.
At sunset, flocks of crows circled loudly.
"backyard flower" no longer sings "mid-autumn frost"
Broken walls, cicadas cry sadly.
Look, it's just that the wooded hills are still so solemn and quiet;
Calm and cool, still as green as Qinhuai River.