Sijun
Before you gave birth to me, you have passed away since I gave birth to you.
Two thousand years apart, our hearts remain together.
The iron horse rustles in the autumn wind, fighting bravely against the Huns.
He pacified the west of the Yellow River and set foot in the desert.
He was awarded the title of champion, and he will be a horse through the ages.
My king is my heart, and I only hope to depend on each other.
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