Scattered into mud and dust, the wind blows, the dust rises, the smoke dissipates, forever silent under the Yellow Spring;
If my heart does not die, the sun will rise forever; if my heart dies, the sky will remain dark forever.
When the blood rain falls from the sky, when the enemy's head is heretic, only a vague figure is left in the floating.
I never want to carry too much, I just want to live my life alone.
Sitting on the top of the mountain, leaning against the rocks, quietly laughing at the rising and setting sun, watching the ebb and flow of the tide!
Standing on the cold river, I am Cangxuan. I will fight alone in this life and sing alone in eternity!