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Angry and furious, I lean on the railing and look at the misty rain from a distance.
Look up to the sky and roar, watching the wind and rain coming.
Who knows, the ghost is hiding in the house where he knows his best, and he is killed unjustly by the sword and everyone abandons him.
Sad and sad, empty and sad, don't leave any time to regret.
The hatred of the clan has not yet snowed;
When will revenge be taken for rebellion?
No regrets even if my body is broken into pieces,
Even if you die without a burial, you will still have no regrets.
The sun is like a blaze of flames and is all gone with one bow,
It is as solid as a rock and can be twisted with one finger.
Waiting to start from scratch and regain the old rivers and mountains,
Chaotianque!