The Storm Rises in Mobei

The rivers and lakes have been prosperous for several times, and the swords and swords are shining. Who fights to the death with whom? The bloody battle in Mobei, the gold and iron horses, the spring and autumn, who will be killed by the sword again? There are endless tears of missing each other, and endless complaints of the pain of separation. The son of the past is now a dead man. There are only a few lonely graves left, and no one can talk to whom. The sky is filled with beacon fire for three hundred miles, and the lone city is closed without smoke. Good fortune and misfortune are unpredictable, life and death are unpredictable. It is only painful to cut with a sword but leave. How sad! Sad! The prosperity of the past was reduced to scorched earth. The spring grass is green every year, but I don't know how many dead bones are buried today? Whose wife is sitting on the bedside, her red makeup still the same, and she has not returned. I miss you day and night, my heart is filled with sorrow, my tears have dried up and there are traces of blood visible. Farewell in this world is just separated by yin and yang, and we have no chance to see each other again in this life. We met again in a dream, and shed tears, breaking my heart and intestines. The most miserable lover in the world is a lover whose lovesickness is incomprehensible. Who knows the feeling of sadness? There is no one to complain about my infatuation, so I have to talk to the mountain ghosts. I only hope that all lovers in the world will get married. I only wish that all the injustices in the world would come to an end.