This cold imperial city has been lonely for too long.
The fleeting years are blowing by,
The gradually withered face is filled with fresh life,
Those people, those things,
The curtain ends quietly under the yellowed title page.
The sleeves of history are flicked,
No matter how colorful the past was, it was smeared with water and melted away.
The rest,
But that's it, that's it.
The dragon throne in the Jinluan Palace is still silent,
The sword roared low, and the sharp blade continued to move with cold light,
The eaves-horned dragon sings softly with its bell in its mouth,
The soft words and warm fragrance floating on the palace wall,
Another legend extends forward along the corridor.
Grind ink, spread paper,
Soak up the jade you gave me,
This dispute,
Let me write gently for you.