Poison Seed Sword Ruhong
Gluttonous anger, beasts have feelings
Ghost descends to drive away body and spirit
Ghost eyes are quiet, as deep as a lake
Beacon smoke rises and the killing continues
The beauty is broken and stained with blood
A pipa song and a dance
Elegy, a bottle of wine in the red dust
The flash of swords and shadows are still lingering
How many ways can we see across the rivers and lakes?
Don't talk about the matter of enfeoffment.
One general succeeds and ten thousand bones wither