He is indifferent to the world and kills three thousand demons with cold eyes
Bet on glory, no matter whether you win or lose in the three realms
The road is paved with blood, killing all the gods and demons without caring
The Eight Hundred Demons Reign in the Wilderness and White Bones with Only One Hand
It's too late, I can't let go, the tenderness in my eyes
A Thousand Years of Flowers from the Other Side, Blooming for a Few Moments
The red lotus flame burns crime and punishment, burning the boundless path
Lonely wind and snow stretch, watching flowers bloom for a lifetime
Under the sky, cold and noble
The tender demeanor is so unrestrained
I can't forget the moment I looked back in amazement when we first met
In an instant, tens of thousands of years, there is nothing to say about the fall
In the blink of an eye, the sea has changed into a mulberry field. Remember it.
A dream engraved on the bones and dissolved in the blood
The memories whizzing by swallowed up the years
Like a myth