The white jade capital in the sky has twelve cities on the fifth floor. Immortals caress my head, tie my hair and grant me immortality.
Bury the sword in the ancient times and sit back and watch the mountains and tombs collapse. There is no order in the changes, but the order of generations is only constant.
The wind covers the dirt, but the hero reins in the bridle. You and I are at the foot of the three mountains, but we don't hear the old people's voices.
For thousands of years, chaos hides sadness and coldness. Abandoning the golden platform, where is the return journey?
Who in this world can avoid death?
Who can get it, immortality...