There is a young man in the world, from west to east, lonely and brave.
The family feud was not avenged, and he was unknown, but he never gave up.
Surrounded by desolation and ambushes on all sides, he swept through thousands of armies with his unbridled spirit.
Mountains are mountains and rivers are rivers.
The sky and the earth, the summit of all living beings.
Only the peak god of war
Good, good, good