Many events are happening in the world,

yet I’m growing old.

What’s to be done?

The earth’s wide,

the sky’s high,

all’s in a feast of revelry, singing, and wine.

When luck strikes,

even a common person can be easily successful.

When the opportunity passed,

a hero drinks bitter cups of regrets.

To help my liege lord,

my heart desires to hold the earth’s spindle and turn it around.

I want to have the troops’s armors and weapons washed,

but there’s no route to pull water from the Milky Way River down.

The country’s debt of vengeance has not been paid,

yet my hair’s already gray.

Many long nights, sharpening my sword under the moonlight.