#1 [原创] 老方译诗, 破阵子
Drunk slightly, I trimmed the lamp wick to examine my sword
In my dreams the bugle sounds among the no ending camp sites
The troops, so many, shared the general's barbecue feast
The strings strummed played the tunes of nomad tribes
In this autumn, a battle in sight
Behold our galloping horses
Hear the thundering bows
The Emperor's worries removed
We earned our fame
Alas! My black hair is no more!
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