I woke up in the middle of the night from my dream, staring at the empty room alone.
In front of the wordless monument, children remember their loved ones and think about it.
Once you enter the Taoist gate, you cannot forget it for ten years and one day.
Across thousands of rivers and mountains, the falling clouds and swords were formed, the wind and thunder raged, and Nanwu perished.
Looking back at the old events in Yandu, I can't bear to recall the sad parts.
Life is long, flowers bloom on the other side, and three lives are on the stone.
Who can clear up doubts, who is righteous and who is evil, the thunder from the sky is brilliant.
The Luoyun Sword will surely slaughter thousands of miles of blood for the sake of relatives.