Holding a sharp sword in his hand, he is alone in the cold and shining brightly. Linqing's swordsmanship is shimmering with cold light, the long sword screams, clear and graceful, and there are only a few people on the road.
In the Kyoto Mansion, the young lady of the Mu family is sleeping alone in her boudoir, wearing white satin, which is lively and clear. Deep in the dock, an innocent girl sings loudly, wearing red silk and dancing with all her charm.
In Yun Duan Pavilion, the General's Mansion, a handsome young man is waving his folding fan to point out the mountains and rivers. The people are quiet, the night is dark, outside the desert wall, Prince Yelong, swings his scimitar down, and his eyes are filled with light smoke and mourning grass.
The journey is far away, I listen to the sadness and the gurgling water, and sob, send you back to the distant place. Even if we meet again, I will be in ecstasy, my heart will be open, and I will hold my hand at ease.
The Yi Shui Tang Tang is boiling and the water is flowing endlessly. How dare it last forever?