The wind is gentle and cold,
Who is suffering?
Leaning on a tree and crying under the moon,
How easy it is to forget you!
The weathered green mountains and weathered water,
Watch the world for no one.
Although it is painful to feel unfeeling and hateful,
I remember when my black hair would fall.
The lone star guards the clouds but cannot see the moon. The full moon in the sky shines on the earth. The son wanted to ask where his love was, and he looked at the Hanque Palace in the Jade Chan Gui Palace. But if you make smoke and sigh, how can you know someone else’s thoughts? I only see happy faces in front of people, but how can I know that the tears have dried up and the memories are still there. (The moonlight is so beautiful and cruel)
A road, called Huangquan, is full of sadness; a river, Mingwangchuan, overflows with desolation; a naihe, carries Wangchuan; a bowl of Mengpo soup, forgets the changes in this life The next life; a stone standing in Wangchuan named Sansheng; a well indicating reincarnation; a figure jumping down happily; a face that will be your king in the next life.
The blood splattered on the white gauze was slaughtered for thousands of miles,
The shadow of the sword passed through Kyoto.
There is no peace in the world,
Millions of blood are flowing in the clouds.