Xuanchu's lyrics to the memory of the dead bones

There are several hairs on the side of the temples, and they are as cold as frost,

A gun in the box, the moon is cold.

The iron boots in those days are now stained with the leaves,

I listen to the troupe sing for talent.

It's late, the setting sun is burning, like the fire of war,

Burn a few lonely souls.

The old gentleman of the school said some books of an Shi,

I can't finish the nameless grave.

I also once, cut bandits, drunk Jin Ou, number ups and downs;

I also used to wear a war robe, and my Royal Highness the king of Qin marched in an array.

I don't know when to put on my old armor,

When you're drunk, don't ask about life or death.

Dream back to Luoyang City,

Trance and burn my soul of Tiance.

Interlude

Life is impermanent, death is impermanent,

It all depends on the rise and fall.

Red and white are busy with everything. They have worshipped Lingtang and Xitang,

But it's ridiculous like a dream.

Once the bandits were drunk, I killed them;

I also used to wear a war robe, and my Royal Highness the king of Qin marched in an array.

I don't know when to put on my old armor,

When you're drunk, don't ask about life or death.

Just ask,

I'm old enough to be responsible for the spirit of Tiance.

I also once, cut bandits, drunk Jin Ou, number ups and downs;

I also used to wear a war robe, and my Royal Highness the king of Qin marched in an array.

I don't know when to put on my old armor,

When you're drunk, don't ask about life or death.

Just ask,

I'm old enough to be responsible for the spirit of Tiance.