Deep in the Weihai Sea, there is a piece of red water
In the middle of the red water, a mirage is swaying
Glowing silver under the twilight
This is the story of a tool master and a temple
The mottled light and shadow on the silver armor reflects your thousands of miles of mountains and rivers
The imperial power in the imperial palace is so majestic that it cannot illuminate this vast sea of flowers.
Once we go, the rivers and lakes are far away and the temples are high
I am the iron armor of the flower who has exhausted all your traps
You are the love that I, Huang Liang, can only dream of.