Cavalry on the Yingshan River, the smoke spreads for ten miles
Spears pierce the wind and clouds, blood flags hang on the city gates
I remember when the army came to the city, you led the troops to kill the enemy with great heroism.
I remember the neon clouds, your figure and contours are as gentle as jade.
I remember the fire blazing into the sky and you breaking down and crying and panicking.
I also remember that you took off your shirt to reveal your scarred back.
Said he wanted to grow old with me.
