Chinese Music: The Conqueror Removing His Suite of Armour - PiPa Solo
霸王卸甲 琵琶獨奏

The  Pipa

A thousand strings are fiercely plucked
As arrows pierce the air
And wounded fall as fingers shift and horses' nostrils flare
The clouds descend in swarms of beads;
The audience... sheds a tear
The wounded shriek, the healthy flee- If only they could hear.
The pipa plays throughout the night, recounting battles fought
The victors are the ones that hear,
Alas, the dead do not.