The phoenix is singing, and it is in the high post;

The sycamore is born, and the sun rises in the sun;

When the girl Qin Xing, she cried blood and made chess;

I love life and death, and I have tears in my bed;

Shuttle through thousands, ancient clothes are sleepy,

Blessings and misfortunes move the heavens and the earth!

Wutong leads to phoenix, perched on Qizong;

Xianyang is stuck, and tears are heavy;

Lonely smoke, clear and upward;

Life and death are in trouble, Qin Gongcheng!