A Youth's Journey to the Tune of a Song

Spring in the Garden of Qin

Treading the singing road to battle, lush grass and trees, a young man dancing lightly. I gaze at the boundless sky, evening clouds rolling together. I look back at the long road, where the bloody light never fades. Across the eight directions and nine wilds, battle maps sweep forward. I point to the realm and wave my sword. When the storm arrives, I will join the nine righteous warriors, launching a swift and fierce assault!

I still remember sleeping in my hometown, searching through tender memories for the returning geese. I will bring peace to all lands and distant peoples, beneath the sunrise of a tranquil age. Tigers, leopards, bears, and wolves will bow their heads to the earth! Bright, starry eyes and misty brows, a red brocade robe adorned with flowers. With sleeves outstretched, I shall receive the homage of all kings. I will never forget the bright news from the marquis. Those were the days.