Born Noble——Xi Hairui
The splendid years cannot withstand the baptism of time.
The graceful figure is crawling at the feet of the devil.
Sing poems of love and hate, write memorials of love and resentment,
Use blood-stained hands to gouge out the heart of time.
The face given by God,
The blood of ancient elves,
Let those who are born noble,
Fall into the dark hours!