Drunk lying on the battlefield, listening to the hoarse shouts
Laughing at the world, fiery trees and silver flowers
Counting the commanding clouds, merely scars upon scars
Victors kings, losers bandits, a thought's difference away
Life and death in a flash, heroic spirit forever radiant
The land so vast, where is home?
Passing through layers of barriers, watching the fireworks of a prosperous age
Winning the whole world, losing her
Beacon fires illuminate the western capital, unrest in the heart
Life is but a battle
Teeth tallies leave the phoenix tower, iron cavalry surround the dragon city
If a true hero, how could fear?
Snow darkens the fading flag paintings, winds mingle with drumbeats
Gather the old rivers and mountains, set out again
Better to be a captain of a hundred, than a mere scholar
If a true hero, how could be false?