He was so angry that he leaned against the railing and the rain stopped. Looking up, looking up to the sky and roaring, with strong feelings. Thirty years of fame and dust, eight thousand miles of clouds and moon. Don't wait to see the young man's head grow white, and it will be empty and sad.
The shame of Jingkang is still not over. The hatred of the ministers, when will it be destroyed! Driving a long car, crossing the gap in Helan Mountain. The ambition is to eat the meat of Huns when they are hungry, and to drink the blood of Huns when they are thirsty. Waiting to start over, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and face the sky.
Standing on a high mountain, overlooking Bianliang, laughing, I can't reach it after all!
A glass of poisonous wine shattered all his ambitions
What did he get from his dream life?
Dreams come back again, where to go?