This and that beautiful edge,
Transform into flying feathers;
The leaves are broken,
Leaning on the sword,
Duan Ling's wronged soul.
I wonder where Xue Yi will go from here?
What's wrong with broken wings?
Blood Song,
The dream also returns.
The devil is so evil,
With my shuttle weaving flying flowers and frost.
The wall is broken and the dance is broken,
The rainbow falls and the moon condenses,
The morning mist of Fancanya!
Ling Hanshuang,
The flying feathers of my vocation gather together my two wings and six fans!
This blood,
But for Yi!
The flying frost and snow are proof,
I will hold this sword,
This is outrageous!