White Horse

Do you not see, the fierce winds and the perilous edge of the soldiers' blades

Do you not see, with a spear in hand, I compose poetry amidst the grandeur of the clouds

Do you not see, with a youthful crown and long tassels, my heart is directed towards Han

Do you not see, the blood-stained battle robe and the courage of a man!

... Eight hundred righteous men, with hooves thundering, wherever they go, it is the Han Dynasty!

It is said that the master and apprentice draw their swords against each other, yet how is it not a mutual appreciation among heroes, paving the way for a prosperous era; it is said that the sovereign and his subjects are at odds, yet how is it not enduring humiliation and bearing burdens to repay the kindness of being recognized; it is said that brothers quarrel, yet how is it not loyalty, filial piety, benevolence, and righteousness that fully embody brotherly affection