That year, I was still young, full of blood to go king
The spear in my hand sounded the slogan of war
Am I too young, like a broken eagle
When I came back, the gods were surprised that there were no weak soldiers under the strong general
The face full of vicissitudes is broken and the sword is held high
Even if you fight alone and the wolves say that the world calls me emperor
There are brothers beside me, accompanied me through the hesitation
Laugh with me, you accompany me crazy, accompany me to be emperor in troubled times
How sad, how moved, how sad, how painful
The legend of realizing my king's dream in my life
Experience strong wind and heavy rain to raise TM flag again
The beauty under the peach blossom tree
There's only pain but no sweetness. Look at the three years I've been gone
Vicissitudes of life face makes people pitiful, only for completes my pledge
The past is the past after all. It's hard to continue the memory after all
Write down every word and let the past go with the wind
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