Wield a long sword and fight against mountains and rivers
A little tender and hard to let go
Use this body to exchange for your half-life happiness
The figure is wrong, the sword has fallen
Blood is the color of blooming flowers
Can't hear the song in my ears
The wind has not yet set, the moon has set
The plank road is long and there are only a few people in the sky
New snow falls, another year of loneliness
Kongsenluo, old Lanruo
Life and death are a distant river
In a trance, you and I are separated
(Excerpt from Chunyangxue lyrics)