Frost and wind leave behind cypresses and junipers. In the rain, banners are seen. Three words of injustice, a thousand autumns of noble blood; A lifetime of loyalty and bravery, a timeless code of conduct. With solitary loyalty, I wish to die without forgetting to gaze at the northern gate. The ancient trees stand tall and thick, still showing their southward branches to this day. Before the return of the two emperors, the blood has been shed for a thousand years with deep affection. A life of integrity has come to an end, and his loyalty and faithfulness will be praised throughout the ages. With bare hands, I exchange for the Milky Way; when I leave, my great name spreads throughout the universe. The green mountains bury the bones of the heroes; where can I pay my respects to them?