An unintentional assassination kills people's hearts.
The moon in Tianyuan City is bright, and the love of comrades is cut off with one sword.
The undercurrent floats in the heart of the past, but the new dynasty is as new as new.
Jin Ge and iron horses block the alien planet, and Tianyuan City is prosperous.
Broken halberd sinking in the sand, my heart is like a mirror, and I can smell Populus euphratica playing the jade harp.
Populus euphratica is as light as the willow in the wind. Who can pity the soldiers who have been half-lived?
The starlight gradually stains the temples like frost, and the bloody hand touches the letter in the arms.
How can I recall the love between children in the past? There are no stars in the bright moon.
"If the stars remain the same, the rivers will remain the same." A long sigh echoed continuously.
Intention: ideal and reality, love and family and country.