Love, you never know where it begins, but once it does, it runs deep.
No matter how many times we are reborn and dream again,
there is still someone in the depths of the heart
we cannot forget, dare not forget, and do not want to forget.
Lyrics:
Lyrics by: Zhiyue Qingcheng
Composed by: Wanmei Xianjian
Original singer: Wanmei Xianjian
Cover by: Yao Wangye
Who has seen the rain beat down on the frontier,
The battlefield's bloodshed faded, leaving only confusion?
Who sent cascading clouds tumbling down a thousand zhang,
Watching the vast sky pass away, from tombs to temples?
Beneath drifting clouds, all things hold their splendor,
The mottled ninefold palace towers, until the pages yellow.
As vines creep over the city walls,
Do you still remember that page in the histories, soaked in sorrow?
Beyond the history books, the river rolls on.
Within them, he plotted and strategized.
In a daze, a low song drifts through the air.
If this body is the offering, so be it.
Who shook the world with their achievements in that battle,
Across these thousands of miles of rivers and mountains?
In the end, even an oath as firm as a mountain
Turned into a single sorrowful sigh.
Who recorded that funeral lament,
Kneeling before the boundless heavens and earth, pouring out a cup of black millet wine?
Who painted the scene at the altar of sacrifice,
As civil and military officials bowed in respect, saying this man would not be forgotten?
Did he, too, ever hesitate in those days?
Did his face ever look distraught in the end?
He only said that blood would redeem the nation's loss.
Who would be sacrificed? So be it.
Beyond the histories, the bones have grown cold.
Who still feels regret?
A century of peace in a picture-perfect realm,
Who will pass down his deeds and failings?
How many iron cavalrymen carved their names into Yanran?
How much dried blood lies buried among the mountain passes?
His features and noble spirit have all turned to cinnabar.
The sun and moon fall silent.
Beyond the histories, the bones have grown cold.
Who still feels regret?
A century of peace in a picture-perfect realm,
Who will pass down his deeds and failings?
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How many iron cavalrymen crossed these rivers and mountains? Beyond the history books, his features and noble spirit have turned to cinnabar. He guards the land that belongs to him. Who will tell of all his deeds and failings?
He won the realm, but lost him. There is never a way to have it all, to serve both the realm and the one you love.
Theme:
Is there a prequel, extras, or main story???
I am very happy to see Liu Wei's new article. The wild boar must bear his share, and whoever allows him to live the longest...(Dagwu
Please follow up. (Although the hope is slim, I still want to say qwq. Madam, there are still people waiting for your ending. Ten years have passed since things changed and people changed, so it was expected that my wife would not change her again. I hope everything goes well for my wife in the third dimension! )
Liu Wei cannot be dismantled! But it would be great if the general could teach the emperor some lessons (Wild Boar:!!!
Emma, unexpectedly updated
Ouch~ Sixteen, I wandered over to see you~
Author, keep writing, come on. . . I will read it every day. I think the writing is good. It's just the beginning. I hope there will be more to come…
Love the general! Liu Weiwangdao!!!