Song Of Eternal Joy

A century of history cannot surpass the sorrow, especially recalling the year of the Marquis of Chang Le

A hall full of flowers intoxicates three thousand guests, a single sword's frost chills fifty states

Does heaven know of the ailments of the world? The green mountains smile as they beckon me with clouds

Gently sniffing the fragrance of the beauty before the flowers, under the moonlight, lightly taking the head of the enemy!

Success and failure, grudges and grievances, all dissolve in a cup of heart-wrenching wine, transforming into a song of eternal joy.

Please lend me your ear, let us revel together for a thousand autumns to come