"Looking at the clouds gathering in the clear sky, and the ice wheels surging, it's such a clear autumn scene. Alas! Although the night is beautiful, there are sounds of sadness all over the field, which is terrible!"
"Stop singing."
"Because the King of Qin was unjust, wars broke out all over the world, and all lives were destroyed. Those innocent people were far away from their parents, and abandoned their wives and children. How can they be called, cough... Cough... Cough, not hateful! It's exactly what the heroes of the ages fought for, and won the battle on the battlefield." A libretto, smooth, bumpy, and intermittent.
The sound fell, a mouthful of blood spurted out, the voice broke, and sweat soaked the clothes. Xiao Jiuhua stepped forward and hugged Wujiang, saying: "Why? Why... Is this like this?"
"Hehehe, the prosperity is gone, Qu... Finally... People are scattered."
"This love is like a thorn, tearing out buds from the body, using blood as nourishment, and spreading crazily. If I don't die, I promise you, I must protect the peace of the world. If I don't die, I promise you, I will be able to endure a hundred years of loneliness."