The long road to Xiongguan is really like iron, but now we are crossing it from the beginning.

From the beginning, the mountains are like the sea, and the setting sun is like blood.

From "Recalling Qin'e·Loushanguan"

The west wind is strong,

The wild geese in the sky are calling Shuang Chenyue.

Frost morning moon,

the sound of horse hooves shattering,

the sound of trumpets.

The long road to Xiongguan is really like iron,

Now we are crossing it from the beginning.

From the beginning,

the mountains are like the sea,

the setting sun is like blood.