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点击复制Wrath bristles my hair,
I lean on rail, rain stops in air.
I gaze up, roar to the sky,
My heart burns high.
Thirty years’ fame, dust in wind;
Eight thousand li, cloud and moon blend.
Don’t wait till youth fades to gray,
Grief in vain to stay.
Jingkang shame, not yet avenged;
When ends my loyal rage?
I’ll drive my chariot, break Helan’s pass,
Feed on foe’s flesh, drink their blood in glass.
I’ll take back our land, piece by piece,
Then present victory to the emperor’s peace.