Yinghuo guards the heart, and the emperor's star is swaying.
Walking in red clothes at night, brocade books are hidden.
Twenty years of fog, a sea map stirs up waves. Three Thousand Miles of Waves, half of the game is left to be repaid. The stargazer sees destiny, the sword holder asks the common people.
Let's look at the mountains and rivers behind them
Is the spark rekindled, or is it eternal night without light?
Intention: Do not destroy or establish, grow toward the sea
