The golden sword and the iron horse, the red blood and the yellow sand.
Whose battle clothes washed away the battlefield with blood, but couldn't be exchanged for a piece of Jian Jia?
Who is drinking all the lovesickness at that end of the years and looking to the horizon?
One year, two years, three years, ten years, or even a lifetime.
How brave do you have to be to never forget it?
I put out 365 lights to guide you, why don't you come back?
Did you go the wrong way, or did I wait for the wrong person?
No, no, none of it...