Song of the Great Frontier

With a single step, I strike down the court ministers; on horseback, I shatter a million troops.

I speak lightly of a century's legacy, then dance in a drunken haze through snow piled a thousand feet deep.

Behind the red curtains, through the blue smoke, for whom are the brocade handkerchiefs kept on every side?

Rouge-stained tears, a golden hairpin in hand: for whom do these two lines of love flow?

I move through treacherous tides, smiling as I stride across the endless frost and snow of the desert.

A life woven of beauty, two hearts side by side: for whom is this song of triumph sung?