English Rendering
The dynasties rise and fall in the fate,
in the horns of warriors,
horse run here and there.
Who could i speak to in this forlorn battlefield?
only the west wind blows the maple trees.
There were too much sorrow in the past,
in the swords of warriors,
girls ran here and there.
Do you know how deeply i love you?
just like the rain drizzles in the mountain after twilight.
