The flying sand in the sky makes the warriors howl with blood
Flowers flying in the field, women embracing coldness and pride
The genius of a generation knows my name for thousands of years
Chatting and laughing create momentum. Ask who is leading the trend?
Running on the battlefield
Not afraid of the cold wind like a knife
Thousands of miles of beacon smoke
Don't forget the overwhelming love in your heart
Tenderness hidden in the heart
Flesh and Blood Chronicles Spring and Autumn Period
The earth leaves my mark