Poetry: [War]

Fingertips twist the red thread \ Painful farewells, thoughts hard to express \ On the mountain peak, the fire of war \ Wandering in the flames, red fills the sky \ Longing, mistakenly knots the heart \ Pull a thread to weave the old days of brocade \ Lanterns dim in the yellow season \ Longing is inevitable, the bloom cannot be prolonged \ It is a rainy night, mournful and piercing \ Farewell at the border pavilion \ Pluck the seven strings and sing a verse \ Jiangnan, apricot blossoms in mist \ Eyes wet the face \ The sound of the qin, clear and cold \ Ripples along the boat, passing the years \ Prepare for battle, strong spicy wine \ Cold sand and moonlight, the last drunken episode \ Watch who raises their hand to finish this pot first \ Scatter the pipa chords, play the jade qin \ Between a finger snap, the years collapse \ Point to the horizon, will draw the carved bow and shoot the celestial wolf \ Pay tribute, the scales and tattoos \ Starting to part, remembering each glance \ Lanterns go out, gods and demons retreat \ Compose a verse, heavenly tribulations of the Brahma \ Noisy prosperity, break the summer by time \ Flute sounds, solemn and deadly \ Brandish the sword, drink freely through these three lives, unconstraint \ Blood warms golden armor, twilight muted \ Store the qin and mulberry, guard the four directions \ The warlord rules the world in chaotic times