历史的泪,滴于乌江,哀叹连连。历史,你怎的知道,那水,那江,便是他的魂,他的灵。中华盛世,自古以来,胜者为王,败者为寇。然而俱往今昔,事已非。两千年前,一颗星化作乌江边的浪花,在血色的乌江里,漂流,荡漾。一声怒号:“今我虽死,我仍乃西楚霸王!”波涛汹涌。你看那翻腾的江水,那便是他的魂,久不宁息。 Tears of history, dripping Wujiang, lament again and again. History, how do you know that water, that river, is his soul, his spirit. Chinese prosperity, since ancient times, the winner is king, the loser for the Kou. However, both past and present, things have been wrong. Two thousand years ago, a star made the waves of the Wujiang River, drifting and rippling in the bloody Wujiang River. A loud noisy: “Now I am dead, I am still West Chu King!” You see that the river is tumbling, it is his soul, long restless.