Hear the sound of falling, crisply shattering all over the ground.
In the blink of an eye, the messy Haoxue fell on his shoulders.
Looking back, the thousand years of dreams are filled with sadness and loneliness.
The bright moon is still there, and the silent shadow sinks into the wall.
The ancient dawn, the melancholy dusk, the moment when the sky alternates between black and white,
The dragons are divided into shadows, and the wild geese forget to return.
Swinging the sword cuts off the lonely world of mortals.