Facing tumultous times the Book of Change I divine by; Our few troops fought for four long years under the starry sky. Our homeland's shattered, scattered in the wind like puffy seeds; My life is like the floating plant, hit by rains till it bleeds. Fleeing down the Beach of Fear, fear on our faces had shown; Sailing across the Lonely Ocean, we are so alone! Tell me, my friend - Since time began, to die who can decline? O Through history books in glory, let our crimson hearts shine!