Angry, leaning against the railing, resting in the rain, looking up, whistling in the sky, strong and fierce, thirty fame and dust, eight thousand miles of clouds and moons, not idle, white young head, empty and sad.
When will the shame of Jingkang, the hatred of courtiers, come out? Driving a long car to break through the lack of Helan Mountain, the strong men hunger for pork and drink the blood of Huns, waiting to clean up the old mountains and rivers from the beginning and go to the sky.