Desire sweet, desire sour, both we'll know,
Why, you ask? To set sails and boldly go.
Racing toward the sea's loving embrace,
Through history's images, rise and fall we trace.
Rugged lands shift, braves tread mountainous ground,
Life craves no throne, nor titles profound.
It's the gallant soul, the awe it inspires,
Rising from within, scaling passion's spires.
Seated in peace, on the southeast's quiet domain,
Watching the changes in the north's tumultuous lane.
The war's smoke signal has traversed, long gone,
Past the Wuchang Tower, history's song.