A heart that longs for freedom, a fate bound to half a lifetime of empire.
I once wished to ride the wind and leave, caring nothing for the rights and wrongs of the world.
But duty to my homeland and family, and the weight of responsibility on my shoulders, have trapped me on this battlefield of worldly affairs.
The world envies you for wielding power and winning victories from a thousand miles away.
But who knows you only want to lay down your armor, return to the countryside, and find a place among the hills and streams,
where you can warm wine and listen to the wind, free from war and political intrigue?
Yet some people are born with a mission.
It is not that they do not wish to stop, but that they cannot.
No matter how weary or helpless they may feel,
they can only hide their longing for freedom deep in their hearts,
shoulder their responsibilities, and keep moving forward, one step at a time.
If one day the smoke of war finally clears,
may you truly lay down your armor,
see your wish fulfilled, and live freely at last, no longer bound by worldly affairs.
