Among rivers and mountains since the ancient times,
Heroes such as Sun Zhongmou are hard to find.
The entertainment setups there still remain,
But heroes have already long gone with winds and rain.
Sunsets on the alley with grass and trees,
Where they say Liu Yu once lived.
Way back then, he led all his fighters,
To regain his lost grounds, mighty as a tiger.
The battle in Yuan Jia was in a brash way,
They were sieged in the Mt. Wolf's Lair and in panic escaped away.
It has been forty three years now,
Looking at the central plains I still remember how
On the road of Yangzhou that so often,
Appeared the scenes of war-torn.
Alas! How to look back on? Inside the Bili Temple,
In the drum sounds, many crows are pecking at sacrificed offerings.
And who cares to ask still:
Lian Po is old, is he yet alright to have his meal?