The sword points to the end of the world, under the setting sun and moon, when a little glory blooms quietly.
By the Yishui Bridge, countless fallen heroes are flying. Who sang a song when I was dying?
After several twists and turns, half a lifetime of prosperity can come to an end, and only then can you and I be surrounded by green hair.
Making wine with green plums is a dream I have never had in my entire life but I dare not have.
So I wait for you to wash away all the dust in exchange for your black hair entering my bones.
Intention: Cherish the present and never miss the past. Happy grudges, everything goes as you wish.