A keresés eredménye

The firmament of history

Dimmed those blades’ lustre and shade
From afar drums n’ horns did fade
In my vision they still flash by
Faces fresh as new.
Ancients paths buried in dusts
Frontier forts o’ergrown with weeds
O! Cruel time, you can’t erase
those renown names that household pervade
Who deems rise and fall, Ah?
What cause' wax and wane, Ah?
When page turns, tide turns, Ah!
So does universe.
To meet n’ part is fate, Ah!
T' sep’rate n’ ‘nite is care, Ah!
T’ serve duties while alive
cares not fame when dead.
Yangtze’s moved, its waves turn tear
So touched, it extolls them with songs
In the firmament of history stars blink
The sprite of heroes runs free
ne’er shall disappear.
Ancients paths buried in dusts
Frontier forts o’ergrown with weeds
O! Cruel time, you can’t erase
those renown names that household pervade
Who deems rise and fall, Ah?
What cause' wax and wane, Ah?
When page turns, tide turns, Ah!
So does universe.
To meet n’ part is fate, Ah!
T' sep’rate n’ ‘nite is care, Ah!
T’ serve duties while alive
cares not fame when dead.
Yangtze’s moved, its waves turn tear
So touched, it extolls them with songs
In the firmament of history stars blink
The sprite of heroes runs free
ne’er shall disappear.