Da Jiang Nan (大江南)

I can hear the riverboats outside, the mountains and rivers lamenting.

I ask where the river water flows and where it will rest for life.

Where the wind rises, the reeds and willows are shrouded in smoke and rain at the watchtower.

On the waves, the sound of the copper sparrow echoes, the cold current of the old fort.

In front of that tower, the ancient paths of Wu Palace wear their royal attire.

At the tidal head, the remnant monument of Wu Mu faces the crashing waves.

How infuriating that this hero cannot find the beacon fires spreading endlessly.

Oh, my God, who hides their face and leaves.

Difficult, difficult, difficult.

Flowers bloom beautifully, thinking of beauty, clouds envisioning splendid garments.

I still remain amidst the splendid decline of flourishing walls.

Let the wind and moon repeatedly wash away the past, like fleeting dreams.

That one who hid their face, now homeless and wandering.

She still has black hair and a powdered face, reflecting a beautiful countenance.

Bamboo flute, 'Jiangnan Silk and Bamboo', 'Song of Joy'.

Here is the border city of dreams, gentle music sounds from the bell tower.

The gradually fading procession is still the one I admire.

Don't easily speak of giving up this brilliant destiny; this is not a dream.

Please do not stain this great glory with the tears of a coward.

I am filled with courage, always prepared.

Please give me a battle robe, give me the helmet tassel.

I will walk to the window to listen to the urging of the trumpet.

In the joyful song, I will howl and face the heavenly threshold.

In front of that tower, the ancient paths of Wu Palace wear their royal attire.

At the tidal head, the remnant monument of Wu Mu faces the crashing waves.

How infuriating that this hero cannot find the beacon fires spreading endlessly.

Oh, my God, who hides their face and leaves.

Difficult, difficult, difficult.

I still remain amidst the splendid decline of flourishing walls.