Lyrics of Shao Siming's a cup of wine to explain military power

Trade a sword for a yellow robe

Looking out of the window, the frosty leaves flutter and hurt, hesitating eyes

Moonlight in autumn, deeper speculation of the people's experience

How to sit still, a sigh, a wisp of white hair

Pipa string pop up, fate stained with dust fingertips

The first year of Qiande in the history of Qing Dynasty

How deep is the mystery of singing and dancing filled with hot wine

Even though I control the world, I still can't rest my soul

Eyes burning, blade burning in the eyes of a past

And I just don't want to see the hatred of the former dynasty again

Living alone in the cold palace

Those withered rings will flow in the palmprint

This game is serious about winning and losing

Love dusk with thousands of flowers

A night of wind and rain

The wind is gradually dispersing, the smoke is returning to the dust

Pipa string pop up, fate stained with dust fingertips

The first year of Qiande in the history of Qing Dynasty

How deep is the mystery of singing and dancing filled with hot wine

Even though I control the world, I still can't rest my soul

Blood turns into ink to deduce the script of happy and sad

Who can figure out the future of earthly misfortune

Heroes are just passers-by and strangers

The sound of oars on the riverside outside the city and the shadow of sails in the fog

This game is serious about winning and losing

Love dusk with thousands of flowers

A night of wind and rain

The wind is gradually dispersing, the smoke is returning to the dust