A hundred years of history bring endless sorrow, I still remember the Marquis of Chang Le from those years.

A hall full of flowers intoxicates three thousand guests, a single sword chills fifty provinces!

Does Heaven know the suffering of the world? The green mountains laugh at me as the clouds beckon.

Before the flowers, I gently inhale the beauty’s fragrance; beneath the moon, I swiftly take the enemy’s head!

Success and failure, gratitude and vengeance, all drowned in heart-breaking wine, transformed into a single Song of Eternal Joy.

Please, lend me your ear and listen, so that we may be drunk together for a thousand autumns to come!