English Rendering
The war drum is beating,
soldiers are ready for fighting.
People stay at home with fear,
only i march southward without drear.
Our great general leads us to win,
many countries are collapsing.
Flame dances,suddenly i think of you,
the wife that makes the tea under cherry tree.
Worried about where you are,
worried about where horses are,
Worried if you could find our horses,
they always ramble on the bushes.
Love and death,part and sorrow,
i've whispered to you by the pillow.
Don't cry,your hand i'll hold tight,
won't let it go,just let's get old like that.
What a tragedy,now we're on two places,
just don't know if i could come home.
What a mirage,i thought i could kept my promises,
hold your hand and gaze at the stars like what we used to be.
