The cold grass in the setting sun leads to the sword gate, and the green moss covers the people in the rain. The autumn water washes out the shadow of the witch, and the ice and snow attracts the soul of the Northeast.
The sun is dim in the war dragon in northern Henan, and the shadow of the sword is clear in the wind, leaving traces on the moon. Lu became the overlord in Munan, and accompanied me to sing the dusk passionately.