[Mouse and Cat] The Long Journey

I bore a sword, never chasing fame,

Yet Ying kept his promise and left the capital of Song.

Though tigers and rhinos are caged and bound,

His heart still holds the sun and moon's bright light.

How could a woman know the nation's grief?

A child remains bound by love for his parents.

He dares not balk at a hard and ill-fated life,

And rare is a love that shares both death and life.

Spring's wild grass still leaves behind its embers,

Burning through the clouds that veil Kaifeng.