The teeth of the clogs are slightly cold, the shadow of the candle is swaying, and a pot of wine is hot, saying goodbye to the past.
Fame and fortune are vain, no matter what is good or evil, the sword edge is melancholy, cutting off time.
A song of common people's laughter spreads across the Taiwan Strait. You want to stay out of it, but the world is more troubled: the court is violent, the East Factory is rampant, paganism is rising, and there are many demons.
I just want to play the piano and flute, but I have left my grudges unsolved, and the rivers and lakes are not willing to give up: my life experience is a mystery, my steps are all set, who holds the power and plays the chess game.
The frost and snow are blowing all over the head, and there are hidden hooks in the eyebrows. Whoever holds the new hand is thinking about the old ones: the leader has fallen, everyone has betrayed and separated, the old friends have returned to explore the abyss again.
Walking on the Qingchuan on horseback, it seems as if you are beside you, the lights are dim, and the beauty is still lingering: overcoming thorns and thorns, like walking on thin ice, parting from life and death, and finally correcting the consequences.
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Wait for you to clear away the past, and then come back to regain your old dreams with me.
Determination: Jianghu will not give up until you have settled our grudges. Only by sweeping away the past can we regain our old dreams.