Never thought of meeting you
Traveling through an old dream that has been sleeping for thousands of years
You are still you when we first met
The young general holding a sword and leaning on the railing in the wind and snow
Wearing armor and picturesque features
Iron horse fighting, blood-stained yellow sand
General, not Rongdi.
Start to meet you
Already know
All the predicted outcomes
Just like the history that cannot be tampered with in the history books
objective and cold
Leaving behind a thousand-year sigh of regret
But after all, I am just a bystander in time and space
What are you trying to change?
But I can't change the ending of the book that has already been written
until that day
Your body piled on the bones
Thousands of arrows pierce the heart
Everything finally came to an end
You are just like the ending in the story
Let the storyteller in the teahouse sigh
Scholars are frustrated
Beauty cries
final ultimate
Leave only an illusory legend