Hua Shang is lonely, the Emperor is the Empress of Heaven, the setting sun at the killing ground cannot cover up your charming appearance.
Plain words, gorgeous killing moves, brocade and mink hats, thousands of mountains of dusk snow, your eyes are so cold.
Familiar loneliness, bright sadness, willow leaves blowing in the wind, plum bones covered in frost, is that scar worth your scarred heart?
Time flies like a river, but a lifetime is prosperous. Whose image is reflected in your cool, flowing eyes at dawn in the dark night?
Only by holding your own hand can you hold the only warmth ------Su Mou