The sound of swords and halberds***Silk bamboo is hoarse
Who took you to see the killing outside the city
Seven heavy veils of blood splattered the white veil
The soldiers were in front of the city and the six armies did not send
Who knew that goodbye was already life and death without words
Then entangled with a thousand turns of the red thread
One thought of the difference between the two was a wedding
The scar Whose old scar?
How can you drink tea without moving
The fireworks of the world
The painting of the blood-stained rivers and mountains
How can it beat the little bit of vermilion sand on your brow
It's not enough that the world has been overturned
It's just one more piece of prosperity
The peach blossoms dyed by blood
Just want to see you again and you'll be in tears like a pig in a poke
Listen to the swords. I've been in the same boat for a long time, and I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to make it to the next level.
Climbing up the Nine Pagodas
Looking at a night of shooting stars
Returning to that moment
The silence of the years can be frightening
The withered vines have sprouted up
Time has already wiped itself away
Dreaming of you in the moonlight upstairs
You are still there with the same look on your face
To brush away the snow on my clothes
We will see the vastness of heaven and earth together. I'm looking at the sky and the earth side by side.