Chang’an Melody

A love must be lived to the fullest to be satisfying. A conspiracy must be followed to the end to be understood. A lifetime of peace in Chang'an is the finest promise you made to me.

Gao Yang Terrace * Song of Chang'an

Mountains and rivers beyond the clouds, an old homeland in the wind, a century marked by countless wars.

Heroes stand astride their horses, giving their youth to the saddle.

The old city gates are now tombs. Grief-stricken refugees fill the land, and the painted towers and walls lie in ruins.

Hooves pass lightly, dust rises in their wake, and frost chills their clothes and armor.

Who can be asked about the way of the world? Raise a blade and ride forth, turn the tide with all your might.

War banners greet the wind; heaven and earth turn in an instant.

Looking back, the mortal world stretches for thousands of miles. I wonder how many will get drunk before their cups.

Leaning on the railing, to whom shall I sing of a lifetime of peace in Chang'an?