The rivers and lakes are still there and it is difficult for people to return, and a song of departure is empty and lamenting.
Feixueluo continued to enjoy herself, and Hongyan turned her sword in anger.
That city, you and I are destined to meet by chance but it is not as expected.
When we look at each other again, how can we ignore our grudges and hatreds?
A sword spans three thousand miles, and at dusk the branches recall the past