Deep in the dream, I want to see your shadow. What do I see in the distant sky? Along the way, how much bitterness, how much melancholy, joys and sorrows, does it contain the so?
In the mist, why is it not a palace but a cabin?
The water once flowed, but now I don't know where the wind is blowing?
In the vast sea of people and the world of mortals, who do you meet and fall in love with? In a daze, looking back, it's so far away...
I raise my glass, drink alone, and get drunk alone.
Burying flowers with tears, the world of mortals, and the remnants of sorrow.
Swinging his arms thousands of miles, everyone bows his head, all over the world, the king's way for a hundred generations.
Within five steps, a hundred people can't do anything, but after ten years of sharpening the sword, a lone knight can do it.
You must come to me...