The green gourd hides the brew from the sky, and the young man walks in blood.
Under the Weiyang beacon fire, the glory of the green mat shines with the light;
In the ancient battlefield, the unparalleled genius is as proud as the sky;
At the bottom of the devil's abyss, emperors and monarchs went hand in hand to the Spring and Autumn Period;
On the top of the white clouds, the drunken fairy looks at the world with a smile;
But the chance of survival of the human race lies deep in Zuixiang:
When heaven and earth are silent, there should be a pot of sobriety in the world!
My name is Lin Jiu, the "wine" of Jiu Xian!
