Xlingual - reflecting at red cliff Lyrics

The great river flows east,
Its waves wash all away,
The heroes of ages past.
At the old ramparts west,
It's said, Chou of the Three Kingdoms,
ARed Cliff made his stand.
Stones break the clouds,
Waves split the shore,
Like a thousand drifts of snow rolled.
The river and mountains like a painting,
For a moment, how many heroes bold?

Far think I of Gongjin in those days,
Young Qiao just wed,
In his prime brightly clad.
With his feather fan and silk cap,
Twixt talks and laughs,
Masts and oars to ashes had.
My spirit roams the ancient land,
Sentimentals should mock at me,
For my early greyed hair.
Life's but a dream,
To the river moon I pour one more cup, in solemn prayer.