The infinite beauty of the mountains and rivers, tears streaming down her face, who dares to say that the sky is high and broad?

I already know the way to another spring, and I am really worried when I think of saying goodbye to my hometown.

Original text:

No clouds.

Ming Xia Wanchun

Three years as an anti-Qing soldier, defeated and imprisoned. The infinite beauty of the mountains and rivers, tears streaming down her face, who dares to say that the sky is high and broad?

I already know the way to another spring, and I am really worried when I think of saying goodbye to my hometown. On the day when the ghost man and soul are waiting to return, the spirit wants to see their homeland.

Translation:

Three years, running around, resisting the Qing soldiers. Today, I was defeated and put in prison.

Infinitely beautiful rivers and mountains, pain and tears, who dares to say that the sky is high and the clouds are wide?

I already know that the road to death is approaching, and it is really difficult to bid farewell to my hometown.

When the ghost man returns, he will look at his hometown in the distance.