I stand on the top of Mount Tai, watch the clouds roll in, and watch the clouds relax.
Sunset, stars rise, winter, summer, spring and autumn, years pass by.
The breeze blows over my body, but my body is not cold and my heart is not warm.
Every year in the past, tears appeared.
(First life)
The spring and autumn storms are rising,
The war songs shook,
You and I are in separate homes.
Looking into the trance,
Starting to yearn for.
Ru,
Purple robe, golden boots, light veil blowing on my face,
Willow eyebrows, waist, and cinnabar moles.
Sitting on a tall horse,
Qingfeng sword grip.
God is calm,
Beautiful eyes sparkle,
Seems familiar.
A long time
You and I,
Go to each other,
Eye to eye,
Support.
All the armies were shocked,
My king and your king are angry,
Then,
Let all the troops raise their swords,
Look at the sky full of flying swords approaching.
You asked, "Do I know the general?"
I said, "As you wish, we know each other now."
