Great Song Share - Guanshan Wine

Years of wind and snow swirl the blade, the north wind a lonely day. Behold the chaotic world, gaunt and thin. Smoke from the frontier never ceases, yellow clouds blanket the land with sorrow. Fortunately, the red plum blossoms have long endured, never falling from the branch. Long smoke fills my embrace, hastily plotting strategy. Trampling flying sand, I draw my sword to slay the enemy. Setting sun's embers, spring breeze climbs the high tower. Endless war fires of the chaotic world, imprisoned in Chang'an. I pour wine myself at Guanshan, swallowing a thousand autumns. And with boiling snow, I toast the wind and clouds. I am an old friend from a thousand miles, the green mountains should turn white-haired. In my youth, I wielded a silver spear, reveling in elegance. I once galloped through Chang'an, drinking freely in ten streets. Startled by dreams of beacon fires, tonight I test a new helmet. If my soul breaks on the battlefield, will the lost lands be recovered? Who will be immortal with whom? Even golden spears rust. Fate is reckless, like a lone swan wandering. To the human world, I reveal a belly full of schemes. Singing with abandon, I fill my jade chalice with the Big Dipper. Ten thousand miles of rivers and mountains, I wish to guard with you. I pour wine myself at Guanshan, swallowing a thousand autumns. And with boiling snow, I toast the wind and clouds. I am an old friend from a thousand miles, the green mountains should turn white-haired. In my youth, I wielded a silver spear, reveling in elegance.