萬里赴戎機，關山度若飛。

朔氣傳金柝，寒光照鐵衣。

將軍百戰(zhàn)死，壯士十年歸。

For miles and miles the army march along

And cross the mountain barriers as in flight.

The northern wind has chilled the watchman's gong,

Their coat of mail glistens in wintry light. In ten years they've lost many captains strong,

But battle-hardened warriors come back in delight.