Hating Xuantian, weeping on the yellow earth, the way of heaven is impermanent, killing has already burned the head. Thousands of miles of blood for whom? The fool is ruthless, and the evil nightmare kills countless people.
The tears are gone, the water is broken, and the sad song is a smile, who will cross the world together? Drunk on the stone and drinking the wind from a high place, tears pouring into my sad heart, and I am hesitant in the wind of lovesickness...