There Is No Return from the Rivers and Lakes, and the Common People Are Asking for Swords

In the 20th year of Zangfeng, he came out of Yunxiu, and played the cymbals and sang long songs to move the capital. The flowing water is swaying and the blood of heroes condenses, and the frosty sky is silent and cold. The mink fur is exchanged for wine to reward the stars, and the broken jade is thrown away in the dust and the name is forgotten. The miasma is confusing the knight's grave, and the evening rain is dampening the greetings of old friends. The lonely boat carries the setting sun away, and everything changes with the passing water. When I came back, I was laughing at the old green shirt, and when I was drunk, I was still shouting at the bright white moon. Let's pour wine into the night rain and see the hibiscus blooming in Asanuma. The rivers and lakes are originally a floating life crossing, and a leaf flies with the wind through life and death. Half a life of ups and downs and one sword of joy, this is the world.