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Who among equals stands tall
General's wife awake through the night's fall
Warhorses gallop north of mountain passes
Eight thousand lie of clouds and moonlight's grace
An old man recalling his youthful madness
Left holding yellow right holding azure vastness
In silk cap fur-lined coat
A thousand riders sweep across the hilly plot
The old mountain pines remain ageless green
Fifty prefectures of mountains boundaries unseen
From Lingyan Pavilion gazing afar
Scholars granted titles rulers of a thousand mar
Chill light mirrors the cold moon's serene
Bow in hand lamplit ready to be unleashed
Gazing at the return of heroes
bodies wrapped in steed's skin
Majestic armor forever companions
A lonely soul travels miles
Tears of ambition spent
Blood stains the battle robe
Who will sleep with me this sorrow to cope
Banners unfurl winds of war arise
Strategies deep within a thousand valleys' size
Faced with hardships heart remains serene
Winds chase thunder clouds darken the scene
The vast earth a sea of flames
Winds chase thunder heavens pour down rains
Fear not the dangers storms or tides
Dusk's veil hides stars night's shadows abide
Wild plains rivers flow endless tides
Renewing seasons cycles of life and pride
The old mountain pines remain ageless green
Fifty prefectures of mountains boundaries unseen
From Lingyan Pavilion gazing afar
Scholars granted titles rulers of a thousand mar
Many times have I thought of home raising a cup
Waves of sorrow well up deep in my heart's hap
Dreams of painting eyebrows
Entwined growing old together never to part
Ten steps one life taken
A thousand lie leaving no trace
Laughing strumming the lute's strings
Flowers fall at the flick of a finger's wings
Flags flutter winds move
The heart of the righteous stirs too
Steps falter in silence
Countless sighs a tale of woe
A hundred battles golden armor pierced
A thousand lie cold stars friends on their quest
I urge you drink one more cup
Let heroes' tears forever be drenched
The heights are too cold to bear
Dancing casting shadows clear
When tasks are done I'll brush off my robe
My deeds and fame forever to hide and cloak
The old mountain pines remain ageless green
Fifty prefectures of mountains boundaries unseen
From Lingyan Pavilion gazing afar
Scholars granted titles rulers of a thousand mar
Many times have I thought of home raising a cup
Waves of sorrow well up deep in my heart's cup
Dreams of painting eyebrows
Entwined growing old together never to part
Flags flutter winds move
The heart of the righteous stirs too
Steps falter in silence
Countless sighs a tale of woe
