The Legend of Murong Ziying

The fireworks fade in the dark of night,

I lie alone before the mountain.

The years lie barren, and people grow petty.

Once, it all seemed so real; now, it's all askew.

I am not the one who never ages.

Swordlight and shadows are wrapped in deep clouds,

and I recall how many times Qionghua has endured upheaval.

I'll find a pavilion and sit for a while,

talk about Li Fang, laugh at Zhang's foolishness,

and care nothing for the world's troubles.