Morning dew and epiphyllum, so close to each other
Humanity is like the nine meanders of the Yellow River, it will eventually flow eastward
Eight thousand years old jade withered and prospered overnight
Ask God why this life is necessary
Where the wind blew last night, who will count the fallen heroes?
Ninety thousand miles of sky, playing with the wind and making shadows, everyone shares it
Qianqiu Beidou, Yao Palace is cold and bitter
Not as good as the couple of gods and immortals, a hundred years of rivers and lakes
There is no rise, no fall, no joy or sorrow.
Knuckles black, eye sockets red
A country without water, without fire, without smoke of war
Han Tieyi black, skirt red
Who is praying, who is chanting, who is rolling up his sleeves?
Qingming Sword points to the left, sadness points to the right
Who bends the bow, dances the sleeves, and unfolds the scroll
The God-Destroying Yue moves forward, and time moves backward.
Who is waiting? Who has been waiting for ten thousand years?
Just waiting for an autumn
Who stares at whom for a second
So the legend was left
He waited for her for ten thousand years
Just waiting for loneliness
She stared at him for a second
Turn around and take away the legend
Who is praying, who is chanting, who is rolling up his sleeves?
Qingming Sword points to the left, sadness points to the right
Who bends the bow, dances the sleeves, and unfolds the scroll
The God-Destroying Yue moves forward, and time moves backward.
One person cries and ten thousand people roar
Thousands of armors are difficult to defeat.
One person frowns and makes ten thousand people tremble
Three thousand territories are but a spring stream
Who is waiting? Who has been waiting for ten thousand years?
Just waiting for an autumn
Who stares at whom for a second
So the legend was left
He waited for her for ten thousand years
Just waiting for loneliness
She stared at him for a second
Turn around and take away the legend
Who is waiting? Who has been waiting for ten thousand years?
Just waiting for an autumn
Who stares at whom for a second
So the legend was left
He waited for her for ten thousand years
Just waiting for loneliness
She stared at him for a second
Turn around and take away the legend
Who becomes immortal and who is free from dust
Who left the scarecrow?
Who is saved and who is sealed?
Who lights the everlasting lamp
Basalt black, sky red
Jia Hong Ling Zi Ming