The Jingkang upheaval shatters the land. The Two Rivers run red with blood, and Bianliang stands isolated.
The Song court flees in panic. Emperor Gaozong crosses the river, abandoning the Central Plains as if they were worthless.
Songs and music still fill Lin’an’s halls, while the inner chambers of the court scheme over every last coin.
Surrender edicts fly north like snowflakes; the imperial carriage flees in disarray through mist and rain.
Only the people left behind weep until their tears run dry in the dust of the northern invaders. Their bones prop up the shattered realm.
Dancing and song in the halls of power, the schemes of petty men,
Traitors surrendering, the emperor fleeing,
The people’s nightmares, the soldiers’ valor.
Some cry out: Cross the river! Cross the river! Cross the river!
Some cry out: The shame of Jingkang is not yet avenged. When will the hatred of the subjects be extinguished?
March north! March north!
Tear up the decaying dynasty by its roots,
Wash away the shame that remains unavenged,
Restore our land, and let no foreign colors fly again!
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