The golden stage is thunderous, the sound is loud, the silver-lettered music is played on the sheng and xiao, and every ecstasy is played. The long halberd penetrates the horizontal tree, and the clear horn can make the water cold, and look down on who owns the world.
The red dragon roars in the jasper tune, chasing step by step, the angry unicorn, the dim and startling shadow. The dark moon flies to the morning star, how can love be so difficult on the mountain of swords? It's like pretending to be a guest in the world.