Hero, your sword prevails against hardships Take a glance at the boundless, empty desert Your heart seems

to be revived Dreams, endlessly prolonged Those who look at their homeland, China, from afar Will incessantly ask this question throughout their lives: To whom shall my heart belong? To whom shall I sing? The cares of a wind-blown gauze can hardly cure the anguish of longing Hero, for whom does your heart keep feeling sad? In this life, with whom do you share this endless zither's song? The song has not yet ended, but you've rushed your horse to the battle In this life, for whom did you leave a scar? A thousand years of effort, along with a noble spirit can even pierce the skies A constant dream - the hero is chivalrous yet tenderhearted At last, with a lady for a company, they'll toast their cups and jest about the world