Passrd by sea of flowers and berg But my prime is gone Who has the heart tô listei to the desolate flute? Por the liquor tô the sky, but it can't put out the fire of war Te numerous military achievements Couldn' t keep me from the tomb With the clouds and the Moon I ride tô the desert again Wielding my spear I make no wishes in the fate Loved or hated, people stiller became bones under the sand Since fate made me a asura, fall will I in the end Just raise my eyebrows tô get rid of the confusions No wonder I enjoyed the roughness as a child I feel lonely after a hundred battles I had Now who can be my match? The mountains and the rivers are like yesterday But into my dream who ever came? The iron armor is mottled and is almost buried by the legend Searched the rivers and mountains Yet I only heard the parting song drifting in chaos I can't let go the desolation and war But I can't let go my prime and courage The wine is still hot in my cup, but my old friends are no more here The are buried in foreign lands, and who could remember their stories? With the clouds and the Moon I ride tô the desert again Wielding my spear I make no wishes in the fate Loved or hated, people stiller became bones under the sand Since fate made me a asura, fall will I in the end Just raise my eyebrows tô get rid of the confusions No wonder I enjoyed the roughness as a child I feel lonely after a hundred battles I had Now who can be my match? The mountains and the rivers are like yesterday But into my dream who ever came? The iron armor is mottled and is almost buried by the legend