Creating the Moon

Amid the splendor of the Forbidden City, the smoke of war and blowing sand rise, Drunk among the flowers, a thousand sorrows are hard to drown; With blood staining armor, I wield my sword and weep as I slay the world, Amid the clash of swords, who will leave a name in history? The flames of war never die in this world of illusion, Shattering the void, the Seven Dragons transform, undying; The great dream of empire claims countless heroes, Love and hatred, old grudges and passions: waking from the dream, I laugh at the mortal world.