[The Legend of Qin] In a Chaotic Age, Words Are Worthless

A sequel to Part One of I Am Chu Kuangren, "I Cannot Forget You, Though We Are Worlds Apart" Brilliant beyond compare, yet envied by Heaven; tortured in a thousand ways until his bones were broken. A solitary star falls. How shall Xuan Ye's story be told? Only phantom music remains, echoing through the ages; only grand ambitions remain, depicting a great vision. A generation's overlord is finally buried in the dust. Singing wildly and drinking a pot of wine, the one I love never thinks of my lovesick sorrow. I drift across the Eastern Sea and ask: does the immortal mountain truly exist? I walk alone along a rugged road. Who beneath the heavens is worthy of the throne? Though I die without regret, one slash severs every path home. Fallen leaves rustle. I think of you in the mountains. My devoted heart was misplaced; blood and tears are spent. Who will hear the sorrow of these speckled bitter bamboo stalks? The bright moon shines, yet cannot illuminate the road ahead. Layers of mist and locks surround me, worlds apart. I only ask that our souls share the same path in dreams. My heroic spirit is helpless before mountains and rivers, and the human heart is too unfathomable to read. The Great Wall cannot stop the world's heroes from vying for power. Jade towers and golden halls become tombs for beauties; pavilions and waterside terraces become graves for heroes. History is like a dream. Beneath the slanting sun, bells and drums ring out. The singing's a little rough, but bear with me: "River" http://fc.5sing.com/6786883.html Theme: