I kill every enemy who dares invade on behalf of the people
Huang Chen of the Northern Wilderness
The Northern Wilderness, ablaze with war
Red flags, a blood-and-iron journey
Point the way to revolution; the road stretches far
The workers’ and farmers’ banner is the people’s support
War banners fly, the soldiers’ resolve burns bright
The world’s yellow dust, the battlefield aflame
Add no more than a few scars
The young heart beats like a wild horse
And blooms like a tender flower
This road is washed by wind and rain
Dark currents, shifting depths, tangled schemes
Brew a jar of jianghu winters and summers
A hundred flavors, swallowed in a hearty draught
Look at that white horse of youth
As clouds and winds surge, sword in hand, roaming the ends of the earth
The smoke of war, soldiers of iron and blood
Young, let me go, spring... empty beside... again
Years of riding, still carrying a sword, half a life of loyal souls
On the flat earth, ten thousand, ten thousand open as clouds, a foot of sparse... the company
The Gesang flower blooms on the snowy mountain
Melting a thousand years of snow
You blossom in despair without saying a word
Yet you are the most beautiful myth I have ever seen
The Gesang flower blooms on the snowy mountain
My barren world now has something to cherish
From now on, I need wander the world no more
You are the best answer I could ever find
