Swords flash, bows draw, and the cries of battle never cease.
The neighing of horses and the blare of the war drums: the familiar sounds of the frontier.
At the sound of the horn, the army gallops thousands of miles.
When the imperial decree arrives, they return to the capital that very day.
The general wears his armor and wields his weapons, invincible and unstoppable.
The general takes off his helmet, dons court robes, and helps govern a wise and prosperous realm.
When danger strikes, he rides out to save the nation. In peacetime, he hears the people’s grievances in the magistrate’s office.
A beauty with a subtle fragrance stands by him through life and death.
In the battle of Bianzhou, ten thousand souls linger.
Justice for family and country, won in blood along the gorge.
The new emperor ascends the throne, eliminating factions and restoring order.
“Go on, General. I’ll wait for you at the gates of the manor.”
“Go on, General. I’ll keep the court safe.”
“Go on, General. I will follow you.”
The sword is laid aside and left for ordinary eyes to see. It has no gleam, yet shines of its own accord.
