Looking at the country, the storm is rising again.
Looking at the full moon, a man is holding a carved bow.
Deep love, who sheds such tears.
She can walk by the Naihe Bridge.
She chanted, chanting three ways away.
She laughed at this prosperous and unfamiliar road.
She said it was just a story about one group of people and another group of people.
The smoke and waves crossed, and she pushed away the world's chess game in the confusion.
"No, no, no, I'm here to pay off my debt.