So the link above takes you to the video of the theme song for the 2008 Chinese film, Red Cliff. It’s sung by alan, a Chinese singer of Tibetan descent. alan, though ethnically Chinese, has achieved greater fame in the Japanese music industry. This song translates, I believe, into Heart War in English, and is entitled Shin Sen in Japanese, though I’ve seen it go by the name Kokoro Ikusa.
I’ve heard both the Japanese and Chinese versions, but can’t decide which I like better. Both are equally beautiful in that hauntingly elegant way. Anyway, to the point–I want to write a fan fic based on this song. If not, then I may bring it into A Deeper Destiny, somehow. It seems sort of fitting, since the fic initially began in China.
Shaking the earth, waves hand in hand flow
No earthly wine can rival the moon’s glow
A smile can know what no words can know
A passing glance and all is white snow
Let the mind, not the hands, defend and fight
Walls of iron cannot stop our might
This life, not in vain, not in spite
From every crucible, a phoenix takes flight
Wipe not our tears, let them dry on the air
This war is one our hearts declare
Victory won with beauty and flair
Rise together! Even a loss we can bear
No fear of this long night we share
Let the cries of war be our song
No comrade-in-arms shall our memories wrong
White waves of the Yangtze so long
Seething, as before, in our hearts so strong
Why not let the cries of war be our song
Waves that crack the cliffs shall not be wrong
Brief voices speak out, from the heart they flow
No earthly wine can rival the moon’s glow
A smile can know what no words can know
A passing glance and all is white snow
Let the mind, not the hands, defend and fight
Walls of iron cannot stop our might
This life, not in vain, not in spite
from every crucible, a phoenix takes flight
Minds in battle will clash and collide
In this war our hearts decide
let war bring peace to the world so wide
rise up together and battle with pride!
Let no man fear the long night outside
Let the cries of war be our song
No comrade-in-arms shall our memories wrong
White waves of the Yangtze so long
Seething, as before, in our hearts so strong
Why not let the cries of war be our song
Waves that crack the cliffs shall not be wrong
A moment so fast, where did it fly
A wine so sweet, let me drink it dry
A wound meant for my ally
Is a medal I hold high
Every joy, every sigh
Our laugh does belie
The moon lights the sky
Let us drink our glasses dry