The Emperor's order I must obey I'm biding you and our son farewell several thousand miles away when I'll return I can't tell-
all able- bodied men have been summoned to help build the Great Wall news travel fast--my friends have perished none has been able to return home at all--
kiss my baby-son for me he will grow strong and tall tell him his dad was a brave solider he heeded readily to the Emperor's call--
I'll write you every night each letter bears my love and tears if fate dictates I should fail to return home I'll remember you both for a million years.
* millions perished. To be conscripted was certain death