Cangqiong Mo Xiao, Part Two

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Look at me now, ascending the firmament to survey the world.

Remember the past, when I let sun and moon drape me in splendor.

Who was not young once, looking down on the vast world?

Make a name that lasts for ages, then sleep drunk on a beauty's couch.

In the blink of an eye, how many lives have passed?

I still remember how your smile kept me turning in my dreams.

I won't betray the years we spent together; our story is clear for all to see.

Treading through snow to seek drifting clouds, green bamboo sends off the song of dusk.

One dance stuns like a swan in flight, as blossoms drift down.

Old friends are still here, though dust swirls around us.

I once rode with a branch in hand, and I once saluted the wild sands, bloodied.

I played a song of fiery trees and silver blossoms, yet could not express my soaring spirit.

Sun, moon, and stars sent me soaring on clouds; a thousand years of love are priceless, though time flies like a shuttle.

Though I might trample the mortal world beneath my feet, where could I call home?

Let the great Way be merciless. I fear it not.

With just these words, I shall not betray this life:

Hand in hand, we will share the world.

I once flew into a rage for a beauty, and I once drew my sword to cut down peach blossoms.

I accept honor and disgrace, sorrow and joy with a smile, and watch the Heavenly Way's killing intent with calm indifference.

All the loves and hates of this mortal world blow away on the wind. I roam the world until my black hair turns white.

I hide my peerless splendor in exchange for a carefree life.

Let fate be fickle. I have no attachments.

I carry a few stirring tales,

To leave for those who come after to praise.

May we have a cup of wine for ten miles of spring sunshine, a pair of lovers, and red candles glowing in a warm bedchamber.

May we have two handfuls of breeze and a pot of tea, seven or eight close friends, and a chance to reminisce.

(The author has no talent and can't write an enticing blurb, so they wrote a song lyric instead, tentatively titled Firmament and World. The lyrics should encompass the themes and content of the Firmament series. The author has no musical ability and can't compose a melody. Since the book is so unpopular, basically nobody will help set these lyrics to music. For the best effect, imagine them sung to the tunes of a few songs: Zhang Jie's