I ride on the wind, swing up, the sky opens and the clouds move. Who dares to disobey the Three Realms? Once I looked around, I saw a vast wilderness, covered in snow-white clothes, and a timeless wilderness. How many vicissitudes of life, the piano is melodious.
Chanting, going around the Yingliang several times. Or recalling the past, holding a long sword and slaying demons and monsters. Nowadays, there are hundreds of battles with green scales, the sun and the moon shine with blood, and I look back on where my old friend has gone. A thousand glasses of wine, brilliant singing and dancing, but it is that beautiful figure that haunts people.
