Thin cherry mouth, red silk sleeves, red gold dancing blade. Wind and sand roll, Tianshan resentment. The daughter's remaining tears are like withered flowers. Regret, regret, regret.
Three autumn days, my heart is still the same, and I drink the remaining wine to the lonely shadow of the moon. Gratitude and hatred are cut off, and lovesickness is cut off. Where is the beauty? Fengchai is on her record. Sigh, sigh, sigh.
Some people say that the world of martial arts belongs to men. A beauty who strays into the Jianghu is bound to suffer a bad fate. Even if her art surpasses all others, even if she is famous all over the world, as a woman, she will eventually be trapped by love. Just because the sword has no eyes and fate is ruthless... When the desert smoke is gone, who can cry and complain. In the endless wind and sand, has anyone ever heard the bursts of soul-destroying cries...
She is the master of the Chijin Palace, and he is a disciple of the Xueyue Sect. It's a pity that the Chijin Palace and the Xueyue faction had a grudge for generations, and now there is a new hatred... On the first night of the clouds and rain, the red flowers fell like the cold plum trees on the branches; when we parted for the first time, my red clothes were soaked with tears. Could it be that we really can't live together in this life? Do we really want to forget each other in this life?