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