Ji Gate
Dark and brooding beyond the Great Wall,
The sun sinks and again dust, again smoke.
Though nomad horsemen press us hard,
The troops of Han worry not for their lives
Ancient trees fill the deserted passes,
And brown clouds destroy men with sorrow.
The sun sinks and again dust, again smoke.
Though nomad horsemen press us hard,
The troops of Han worry not for their lives
Ancient trees fill the deserted passes,
And brown clouds destroy men with sorrow.
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