Tears of farewell to the beauty, prancing horse in military uniform.
The armor is clanking, and the soldiers are tigers and wolves.
The battle is over the mountains, and the sword is pointing towards the sky.
The yellow sand is long and the blood is splashed by the sunset.
To protect my territory, it doesn't matter if I die.
I am afraid that the beauty will come and my clothes will be wet with tears.
There are unfulfilled promises, and obsession is as crazy as madness.
But I pray that my soul will return and comfort her in her grief.
——"The Phoenix Seeks the Phoenix·The Soul Returns"