Humans and apes bid farewell to one another

Just a few stones, roughly hewn

In the days of childhood

Within copper and iron furnaces, flames leap and swirl

I ask: when will we finally know the truth?

But after only a few thousand cycles of cold and heat

In this mortal world, genuine laughter is rare indeed

On the battlefield, warriors bend their bows beneath the crescent moon

It flows across

The blood that stains the fields
After reading this passage, snow begins to fall upon my head

Yet I still recall those scattered, faint traces

A few lines—memories long past

The sacred deeds of the Five Emperors and Three Sovereigns

They deceived countless travelers who wandered through time

How many legendary figures have ever truly shone?

After the tales of Daozhi and Zhuangqiao were passed down through the ages

And then came Chen Wang, rising up with his yellow battle axe in hand

Before the song could be fully sung

The east began to lighten with dawn