A hero has no tears
The night is still young, the road ahead is bleak, who stands looking at the hometown. Fighting for you with blood and tears on your face, do you know how many people will return after ten years of great success?
The night has fallen, the world is desolate, the mountains and rivers are about to become twilight, and the temples are stained with frost. Looking back at my hometown, it's hard to go back. You don't know it. A handful of loess is withered and the bones are cold.
The corpse lies in a foreign land, and the soul returns home. No one is waiting for you to return. The walls are filled with panic, except for the wind blowing. Thousands of years of silence, all birds are flying north.
Yipo should shed tears, Yipo will not regret even if he has no tears!
A hero has no tears and no regrets.