Who plays the strings in the autumn water and sings the beauty of the prosperous age with the boat?
The pavilion collapses, the mournful song falls, and the clouds and smoke disappear with it
The wind has passed, there are three thousand roads, I have seen all the beautiful scenery in good times
Nanhuai Moon, snow on buildings and boats, is finally not what it used to be
The past life is misty, a few people worship the sky on a high platform
Roses bloom like blood, burning before the last war
The armor is still there, who will be buried in the past?
The bones are gone, the dusk hides them, leaving nothing in the annals of history for years to come
Climbing chrysanthemum yellow charming eyes
The soul of Qingyang in the bowl is dancing, and the horse's skirt is dancing
The sun and moon fly as fast as light and electricity
How many times in my life have I rubbed shoulders with you
The blood of Shangyang, changes in the star field, and the collapse of the Jade Mountain
Ask the gentleman, what do you think? I will be drunk tonight.
A life-long alliance is gone like an arrow. Don't laugh. Death and life are left to God.
Tiger Tooth Spear, Cangyun Sword, and Prophecy
Reading the remaining scrolls, lonely eyes, the old moon on the paper can be loved
When you are lingering, the flowers are thick and the spring breeze is like a young man
The wind and snow are dark, the old dreams are far away, the country is dancing this night
One embraces, the two sleep forever, the song ends and no one is seen
Thyme is red, the frost is still pure, the snow is bright
Looking back at the smoke, who is holding a fan to hide his smile?
At that time, the song was flowing and the wind and clouds had dispersed, and no one could see it.
It's been a long journey, but the past is forgotten, waiting to be plucked from the beginning.