Here's the link to the video and the lyrics
Just a young man, with a three-foot longsword, his heart is not tied to the cloudy sky
Guarding the thousands of mountains, not afraid of the danger of the journey, but it is difficult to get the heart of the people in turmoil
When will you ever dream of returning to your dreams in the quiet mountain peaks
One love to the end of all the laughs
We always can't understand that heavenly way is not a sword
Yes but also not.
I didn't know how to pick the stars until the fireflies fell asleep
Iris blossomed like the old face
The bow fell on the moon to pay for the parting, and the hearts of the old people were tired of the dashing
The next story will be back to the beginning
Through the years, I dreamt of going back to the waterside to watch the fireworks bloom under the moonlight
The parting was also difficult, but how could it not be shortened, and leave the lonely lamp behind
The sound of the piano broke my fingers and the string was broken. The sound of the zither breaks the strings
Who do I play for in my life's frustration
Some sorrows, some sorrows
It's ridiculous that my life is in the hands of God
I didn't know about picking stars until the fireflies danced me to sleep
Iris blooms are like the old days
It's the moon in the bow and the dashing of the old man's heart is already weary of him
The next story is back to the beginning
The next story is back to the beginning
It's a story that I have been waiting to read.