Xingyue Tower - Swords Flick in the Air and Sing Loudly Under the Moon. Speaking of Idiots, They Pass Away Like the Wind.

Green sleeves, gold cups scattered, jade hands playing pipa When people grow old, their hair turns white in the west wind, and when butterflies come and go, the flowers will fade away. Back to the end of the world, a touch of the setting sun, counting the jackdaws The sword is flying in the air and singing loudly under the moon. When it comes to idiots, they pass away like the wind. Intention: