He: the young lord of Hu Jia!
He: the holy emperor of the Divine Kingdom!
They both want to leave the positions that have shackled their freedom.
Whatever their reasons for taking those positions in the first place, leaving now is difficult!
When the splendor fades and jade turns to ash,
a long song laments the passing years.
The grieving depart, and for a hundred miles, not a word is spoken???
In the drizzling evening rain, tearful eyes gaze upon the desolation, remembering how things once were.
Listening to the flute by the blue sea, the sleeping god sighs.
Only when looking back do you realize that spring has already passed???
Beneath a cloudless sky, with a heart as cold as water, better to forget old grudges and tell the whole tale of Shenlan.
Do you still remember: the lingering light of sunset, the mist shrouding an unruly spirit?
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