I give up the so-called blue sky and am willing to be an unintentional person for you. I am willing to burn the country that I have defended with my own hands. Ten reincarnations, thousands of nostalgia, we will finally meet again after reincarnation. Across the river of time and space, tracing back to the source, what kind of existence are we? Destiny is jealous, destiny is willful. Walking all over the blood, leaning on all the bones, I raise my head and pray to the bright moon in the world for your health everywhere, and bow my head to thank the mountains and flowing water for my great grace. In this life, if you dare to escape, I swear that I will fight to the death for the rest of my life, and I will never stop.