Like Mulan going to war
For my family I do more
Nobody can get rid of me
Sketching mountains with brush and ink
Like Mulan going to war
For my people I do more
Nobody can get rid of me
Blade and gun gripped in my hands
Just like Mulan I ain't never swallow my own pride
Only dressing delicately once the leading soldier is beat
I make my Kung-Fu moves, get ya mortified
Riding a warhorse with that whip yeah I am born to ride
Yeah I'm born to die, I can't fail my mission
Born to fight, walking the world with self-conviction
Never letting men make the rules, no matter who they are
Everyday I devote myself, meditate, chant the Book of Songs
Signal fires reach the sky like the season's flowers
Heads down writing thoughts in dirt
I crossed the world for chivalrous war
It's all transforming into this moment to paint
Women also have a deep sense of justice
Planning like a loving mother, a face like Da Ji
Untouched, not hearing out the window,
The path's length reveals the horse's strength
Like Mulan going to war
For my family I do more
Nobody can get rid of me
Sketching mountains with brush and ink
Like Mulan going to war
For my people I do more
Nobody can get rid of me
Blade and gun gripped in my hands
In the spring boudoir dream,
Nobody inquired into the soldiers by the lonely wall at sunset
Hating other's miles,
Blurred eyes,
Flutes and lutes crushing weapons and clothes
No guns and bullets still gonna shoot
Eighteen kinds of weapons to the fullest I'mma prove
Sighing and sighing, Mulan weaves by the door
In tears, in golden armor she eyes the battle flag, still in the campaign
Like Mulan going to war
For my family I do more
Nobody can get rid of me
Sketching mountains with brush and ink
Like Mulan going to war
For my people I do more
Nobody can get rid of me
Blade and gun gripped in my hands
Women can't be in the ways men can
Facing opponents too arrogant, women don't retreat
Going armored alone to the battlefield, showing fangs, smelling roses
Blood and flesh in all directions before our eyes in black, white, grey
Stepping over dead bodies how she made it
Say less just did it proving we the greatest
Loyalty inside of me I ain't gonna trade it
Inquiring into the golden pin in her black hair
Dusk bids the end of the melody fairwell