The vast wilderness and the long road. One man and one sword, traveling alone.
I have never seen anyone who made a lifelong promise and spent his time chasing it silently.
Look at the movement of the winds and clouds between heaven and earth, success or failure is all in vain, reincarnation has already happened.
The world of mortals is rolling, and not many heroic men shed tears.
Three thousand weak water, who can remember the intoxication of that scoop.
How many times have I visited Qingshan to see the fate of that life?
Gone, gone, empty.
Wearing white clothes, holding a rainbow, and sighing for a lifetime of ruin.
Looking back, the autumn moon and spring breeze linger.
Conception: