[Verse 1]
軍帖十二卷，字如刀，筆如刃
名落阿爺名，血脈註定天命未可分
東市買我馬，西市配我鞍
南北不再是街市，是我命運的棋陣

[Verse 2]
三日備裝備，母親不語淚潸潸
姊姊繡香囊，弟弟磨刀寒
一聲不回首，我將家門別斷弦
笑說不過遠行，心卻重如山

[Pre-Chorus]
昨夜夢裡 有人喚我「蘭」
模糊聲音 如火燙心間
我不知他是誰，也不知我是誰
只知這場征途，彷彿魂曾經此路牽

[Chorus]
軍帖為令，軍帖如繩
縛我此身入萬里風塵
若我不歸，誰替我說
這段未醒的夢？這抹未明的魂？

我不是男兒身，不是戰場神
我只是無法再沉默的靈魂
我騎馬而行，名繡甲中紋
這不是偽裝，是詩，是傷，是認真

[Interlude – 火光閃爍，夢中低語：
「妳已走過七次了，蘭……還願意嗎？」]

[Verse 3]
夜半書信短，爐火將未燃
我留字給母親：「我安、勿念」
可我知這不是安，是戰，是斷
是七世的記憶，在這一夜點燃

[Bridge]
這不是第一次出征
也不是第一次愛人
若命運欺我七回
我這一回，將以劍作筆，重寫乾坤

[Final Chorus]
軍帖十二卷，一卷為孝
一卷為義，其餘十卷——為未說出口的我
我踏霜雪馬道，離家萬里無言
只留詩一句：
木蘭不為誰戰，只為靈魂點燃

[Outro]
風息馬遠，紙信落地，鏡中無人，霧起

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Emotive, cinematic, poetic rendering

[Verse 1]
Twelve scrolls sealed in iron ink
each letter a blade, each name a binding.
His name is etched. Mine, unwritten.
I buy my horse beneath quiet bells.
The world is no longer streets
it is a battlefield in disguise.

[Verse 2]
Three days, I prepare in silence.
Mother’s tears speak louder than farewell.
My sister sews a charm in silk.
My brother sharpens a blade for broth.
I do not look back.。
I leave like a note,
 cut from the thread of home.

[Pre-Chorus]
Last night, someone called my name.。
“Lan.”“
The voice burns like memory I don’t own.
I don’t know who he is,
nor who I was
only that my feet know this path
as if they’ve walked it in another life.

[Chorus]
Orders bind like rope.
They pull me into the storm.
If I don’t return
who will remember
this dream I never finished?

I’m no man, no god of war.。
I’m a soul that refuses to stay silent.
I ride forward,
my name stitched beneath steel.
This is no disguise
it is poem. It is wound. It is truth.

[Interlude – whisper]
“You’ve walked this road seven times.“
Will you still walk it for love?”

[Verse 3][第 3 節]
By night, I write a letter small as my courage.
I tell my mother: “I am safe, don’t worry.”
But it’s a lie.
This isn’t safety.
It’s war.
It’s the fracture of my seventh life,
beginning to burn.

[Bridge]
This isn’t my first war.
Nor my first love.
If fate broke me seven times
then this time,
I’ll wield a blade like a pen
and rewrite the stars.

[Final Chorus]
Twelve scrolls.
One for loyalty. One for duty.
Ten more for everything I’ve never said.
I ride through frost and silence.
No tears.
Only a verse remains:
Mulan doesn’t fight for glory
she fights for her soul to stay on fire.

[outro]
Wind hushes. Hooves vanish into silence.
The letter drops. The mirror is empty.
And then—fog begins to rise