I stood on the wall,

Look at this empire

Dilapidated, withered.

A thousand years of prosperity can whitewash the past,

How much decay can render the present.

I see

The revolutionary flag waved on the plains

It's extraordinarily enchanting.

The Xuan soldiers in the queue, the clenched Changge,

And the corpses are all over the field,

Endless trails of blood spreading,

Tell the unquenchable raging anger.

imperial

Your shining radiance,

How many people have upheld their faith,

contributed to the fault of the geometrical man.

This country

Too enchanting,

The hero bends his waist,

A strong man breaks his wrist,

I can't afford it

A long sigh in the world.

The loneliness of the aria,

Eventually

Outside the sunset

The castle.