Who's in charge of yesterday's kingdom? Who's in charge of yesterday's peak? Who's in charge of yesterday's glory? Who's in charge of yesterday's glory? Who's saying goodbye to yesterday's glory?
Yesterday's snow danced alone Yesterday's battlegrounds were like tigers Yesterday's battlefield was like tigers Yesterday's sands were beating the war drums Yesterday's kingdom was in charge of yesterday's kingdom.
Who was in charge of yesterday's peak? Who was in charge of yesterday's peak? Yesterday's winds and clouds were covered by who
Yesterday's snow blew all over the sky yesterday who wrote about the emperor yesterday who occupied the edge of the broken cliff yesterday who turned into smoke yesterday
Yesterday's heroes fell out of the sky yesterday who held the Dragon Sword yesterday who carved the name of yesterday's sands yesterday who broke yesterday's rivers and mountains
Yesterday's winds and flowers who snowed and moonlighted yesterday who played the music of the wounded yesterday who will never perish yesterday who laughed at the three worlds yesterday
Who shouted at the sky yesterday who sheathed the sword yesterday Yesterday's song was sung yesterday, yesterday's beautiful woman played the zither yesterday, who drove the colorful clouds yesterday, who sought the end of the world yesterday
Who ventured into yesterday's lake, who blocked yesterday's army, who flowed yesterday's blood, who played yesterday's zither
Who touched the fury of the heavens yesterday, who stepped on the path of the king yesterday, who escaped from yesterday's empty door, who recorded yesterday's splendor
The red color smiles, the red color looks, the red color's face still beautiful, the red color goes around, the red color's path, the red color is still proud, the red color is still proud, the red color is still proud.
The red face writes poems about the red face, the red face laughs alone, the red face knows the red face, the red face wanders to the ends of the earth, and for whom the red face is obsessed
The red face is like a flower, the red face is like a branch of flower, the red face is like a flower, the red face dances with the red face, and the red face is like a person who is in love with the red face
The lone boat in a lake after a rainy day, the heroes fight with swords in spring and autumn and the swords echo in the air, the wars are never ending, the wars are never ending.
I'm Rolling Stone, and I dance with my sword and laugh at the four directions, and on the battlefield, I swing my golden spear, and I have no limit to my power
Since ancient times, heroes have had many trials and tribulations, and when they return to the red dust, many people sigh in admiration of their heroes' bravado, and on the battlefield, they fight against ten thousand people
Lei is innocent and beautiful, and he continues to sing songs, and he speaks with his whole life, and he has no care for the past
People are all treading on the red dust and they think about it again. The clouds return to me, and my comrades flew apart
I danced with my sword on the battlefield, and I rolled a stone and a tiger, and I was the master of the three worlds
The flag of my deepest love will never be defeated, and I only want to get out of the red world, and I want to live my life in a thousand different ways, and I am proud of my love and my passion.
Three years of career in the voice, how many trials and tribulations have I experienced, and now I'm fighting with a sword for my rolling stone
Oaths of fame and fortune and the years of glamour have all been looked down upon, and now I'm in the battle of the voice, which is bound to be bloody and chaotic
Dancing solo in the back of the river to lead the pipa, and the only one who draws the mountains and rivers, is the voice, and the road of the voice, which has two feet on the four sides of the river, I'm the only one who can do it
The winds and clouds dance wildly in all directions and the dragons travel the world, and they're all over the world. The battle of the Yangtze River, a song of Xiao He and Chopin
My drunken sword dances in the sky, and my battle robes are bright, and I am proud of myself and laugh at the dragon bells, and the wind breaks on the shore of the Golden Sand Lake
The drunken shadow of the red dust laughs at the smile of Eren, and he is called a god on the road of voice.
I've been fighting in the battlefield since I was born, and my brotherhood will always be my first priority, and when I reach the ninth heaven, I will always be the undefeated king
The others laughed at me for being too crazy, but I'm a wolf of Rolling Stone, and I'm a wolf of Rolling Stone, and I'm a wolf of Rolling Stone, and I will always be the king of the world if I follow me.
The setting sun shines on the way home, and the lonely night is filled with thoughts of love and hate, and the past has come to an end, and the vicissitudes of the world are filled with tears
The peak of the mountain is not cold, and the stranger's sad poem stirs up waves, and the fighting spirit is stirred up and the dreams are ignited, so don't get entangled in the wind and the dust
The sky is shaken with a long roar, and the lonely smoke of the desert is the edge of the sky, and his courage is shocking, and he is bloodthirsty, like a demon, but he doesn't want to be envied by an immortal
The age of wasted years makes me weary, and I am tired, and the way is still not yet finished.