The Waters of
Nanyang
Nanyang's plight, our foremost fear,
To the north we march, our plans
are clear.
The heavens and earth may lend
their aid,
But fate may bind, our heroes
dismayed.
A child can cross the mountains vast,
But for two dynasties, our swords
hold aghast.
Only beneath the rocks, the
waters flow,
Year after year, by the roadside
they go. |