I stayed up all night looking at the sword, and saw the shadow of blood and the light of the sword.
Love and hatred in this life have nothing to do with romance.
The wind is blowing, the snow is blowing, my hometown dreams are shattered, and there is no such sound in my hometown.
One journey up the mountain, another journey towards the water, walking towards the bank of Yuguan, where thousands of tents are lit in the dead of night.