Listen, the rumbling screams of war drums came to an end, and the lights of swords, shadows of swords and broken walls were particularly desolate against the backdrop of the setting sun. The cold nights in northern Xinjiang are biting and freezing. Have you received the letters home from far away? The killings resumed, and the country turned into a blood-stained slaughterhouse. How many of these strong men will finally be able to return to their homeland and the embrace of their relatives?
Life is like a lament, and the years turn into tears of lovesickness. Fortunately, your majesty appreciates me and the court cares about me. After ten years of hard work and ten years of battlefield, I finally waited for the moment of glory. Your most beautiful figure dancing in the dark night, the stream of light and moon shadow are instantly eclipsed. My attachment to you is like this ebb and flow, my heart beats every minute and every second.
When the mountains and rivers are shattered and dreams are drifting, I am willing to pick up the scimitar in my hand, put on the strong armor on my body, lead the fierce army, and step onto the battlefield without hesitation. When the city is broken, when the siege is heavy, I will suffer the pain of thousands of arrows piercing my heart, the pain of being hacked by knives and axes. Before I close my eyes, your words will come to my mind:
The paper is full of tears, a lifetime of care, looking back, the broken thoughts thrown all over the floor, I only have half a lifetime of glitz left! ! !