The Wind Blows and the Sky Is Full of Ghosts Walking at Night

Fire light illuminates the night Cries echoed sadly The city has been destroyed, who is still waiting? The moon is gone, who is hurt under the moon? Looking back, you smile like a flower In an instant, you wither into the water Blood is scattered in the air, in whose hands The flag is fluttering under the moon, but it is also in disrepair The lone lamp at the top of the city has been extinguished, and my eyes are looking at the city tower For whom does the black hair turn white? The light eyes stare at the face with hatred