I spent seven years waiting for you to grow up
You spent half your life wandering with me
In this life, you are born into a family feud
And I died of national hatred
You once called me brother, and I held my forehead
He also called me uncle, but I was depressed
Eventually... I became your master
Not tired of the words of the world
It doesn't matter if future generations write down the ink
I wish
Luo Jie shouted to recall the heroic general, but he didn't know the clouds and the guest taught Xiao Chen
I have made my own mistakes due to the mundane world. I dare to ask you about my future life.