Overlord's Tears

 　　"My clothes grow looser, yet I have no regrets, for I am wasting away for her." The song of Farewell My Concubine, a tale of heroism, has left behind an enduring sorrow.

　　Red-tasseled spears, golden armor, meteor hammers, swift steeds—the land of Yan and Huang, teeming with heroes, fearless against a hundred men. Countless trials of life and death forged their heroic nature. In those days, he lifted a cauldron with one hand, his might boundless, but heaven was jealous of his talent, leaving him only with tears streaming down his face by the Wujiang River.

　　That beautiful figure, it carried away my thoughts. In that vast sea of ​​people, I chose you, a promise made on the Stone of Three Lifetimes, five hundred glances in a past life. I roamed the world with my sword, just to win your smile; my iron cavalry trampled through mountains and passes, just to reach the willow-lined streets east of Luoyang.

　　The swing, long since without its butterfly rope, the ivy, no longer as vibrant as before. Wild geese fly far away, the blue waters and cold sky—whose waiting has been cut off by the smoke of war? The general's hair has turned white; who will grant you a lifetime of glory? The wind silenced the evening songs of the fishing boats, and swords severed whose idyllic world was like a painting? Even the most beautiful women cannot withstand the relentless passage of time.

　　I bow my head, play the zither, and dance a peerless dance; bitter wine is swallowed, and my heart is already broken in two. When you turn and swing your sword, I see blood like red lips. Alas? I cannot grasp your soul through a thousand lifetimes. When the blood-red blade falls before the tent, I can no longer see the other side of the vast ocean.

　　Without your battle, I have already encountered a thousand years of waiting; where the sword points, the hero sheds tears. Passing through the Bridge of Helplessness, by the Stone of Three Lives, there stands your steadfast figure.

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