Rokuro
Moye's green rainbow sword, alone captured thousands of enemy camps, lying in the snow and tasting the ice was an ordinary thing, bathing in the breeze in the morning and pillowing on the stars at night,
Copper shuts down the divine soldiers.
The mountains and rivers of Yanzhao are still there, favor and disgrace are the lightest in this life, iron-blooded people can hardly fall to Ling Yunzhi, and they are worthy of their reputation after a hundred years.
Thousands of lights at night
Shiro
The Big Dipper has moved like before, the world is no longer as good as before, mink fur and childish feathers are used as robes, blue blood recommends the journey
Su Wuzhi, the wild goose passes the book, there is only a solitary shadow in the desert, even if the dream soul exists, it disappears, the sky is snowy and the lake is under the moon.
Goro
The ancient blue lantern has swept away the rest of my life. I go fishing at night and sing songs. I forget about the horse that traveled thousands of miles away. I recall the morning bell in the dust of the Buddha.