The war drums boom thunder. Weapons in hand, battle-ready.
Warriors digging foxholes; warriors building walls.
I alone was ordered to join the south-bound march.
General Sun
Zi-zhong led us, conqueror of Chen and Song.
But when the war was over, my return was not allowed,
Left behind in anger, left behind in pain.
I am a refugee in the south; I have also lost my horse.
Where can I be found,
Abandoned in deep woods?
When I left home,
I clasped her hand and said:
"We shall grow old together!"
We are now so far apart; we parted long ago.
Oh, what a life is this!
Our promise cannot be kept.