Autumn wind rustles, withered leaves flying all over the ground. The cold air on the blade stirs up the undercurrents of the green pool. The peaceful city streets are suddenly attacked by bloody storms. The government and the public are shaken like rivers and lakes. Horses neigh. Horses neigh. Hooves trample mud and buried flowers. Shadows of swords. Galloping on the battlefield. Hearts are in panic. There is a lover and no hatred. The dragon sings without returning the scabbard. Lightning fire strikes each other. Dancing clothes float, pear blossoms appear, straight towards the yellow robe. The cliff wall is surrounded by smoke and clouds. I close my eyes and jump. The foundation is ruined. The country is easy. I am full of cunning. Crossing thousands of mountains. Crossing thousands of rivers. The wind and rain are precarious. Entering the sea of suffering. It is difficult to look back. I am full of sorrow. Let's go forward together hand in hand. The past is nothing. Let's smile.