Who waits, who waits ten thousand years, only one mistake comes
Whoever stared at whom for a second left a legend
He waited for her for ten thousand years, only to feel lonely
She stared at him for a second, then turned and took the legend away
Golden wind and jade dew, tenderness turns thousands of times
The war is fierce and the war is thousands of miles away
Colorful purples and reds, the country is picturesque, the Tao seems sentimental but ruthless
Leveling the four realms, looking down upon the world, the Tao seems ruthless but has feelings