War is in turmoil, corpses are everywhere, heroes emerge from troubled times; heroes are born in difficult times, with rivers of blood flowing. The Jurchen of Song and Liao Dynasties had red eyes and blood filled the sky. I hate that I can't destroy the captives and build a grand plan for all generations; I hate that the Tatars won't be expelled by me and guard my pure land of Yanhuang. The sand and rocks are flying, the sky and the earth are dark, and the enemy is like a broken bamboo. I am left alone, feeling sad.
Who is not crazy in the world of leisurely life and long-term love between children? Wandering around the world, wandering around the world, but fell into a broken heart. There is no greater sorrow than the death of the heart, the destruction of the country and the destruction of the family, the loss of the loved ones, and the excitement of the heart. Why are we separated? I just hate that we are destined to have no separation, but it is just a matter of care. Injury, pain, please pay attention to the time, joy is gone, a thousand-mile marriage is tied by a thread, don't complain.
A sword seals the throat and bleeds, a shooting star flies with a sword and chases the sun, a ghost screams for injustice, who in the world can be defeated? The Eight Diagrams promoters are very sophisticated, they can turn things upside down violently, and they can steal everything and ask whoever they dare to help them.
The swordsman is also a lover, but in the end he is trapped by love. Dugu is sad to say goodbye, only looking at the bright moon, which is waxing and waning.