The Qingjia has become cold, the light moon has faded, a pipa song has been lost, and the flying snow has become chaotic.
Wait until the wind erodes the dark green copper bell, and wait until the rain soaks the colorful embroidery.
Frost-cold iron armor buries the past deeply, and another prosperous age comes after the country is overturned.
Life or death, Prime Minister Bai will always be with you. This is an oath that has been said over and over again.
Looking back again, we can see how far we can go if we join hands.