As if there were rumbling guns in my ears,
Before my eyes, it looks like a sail.
The bullet tore the sail and the wind and waves drowned the masthead lamp.
The ship sailed to the south bank with overwhelming force.
Sail and hunt for thunder.
Millions of brave men cross the river, how can a tiger dragon plate stop a spring sail?
Sing an elegy for the Chiang dynasty,
Sailing shadows roar like wind and clouds.
Jinling returned to the people's arms,
The city of sadness was born again.
Sixty years of vicissitudes,
After 60 years of hard work,
The magnificent sail shadow of the cross monument,
Still inspiring the ancient city to sing and forge ahead.