The memory of that year is blurred
A young man holding a bamboo flute in the deep woods, the sound of the flute filling the clouds
The girl is bare-faced and dressed in white, her sleeves fluttering slightly as she plays the flute, dancing in the wind
The young man is chivalrous, Bai Yu picks up the carved bow, the sword roars in the west wind, he travels to the end of the world with the sword, a promise worth a thousand pieces of gold
The beauty of the girl is the most beautiful in the world. The wind blows and the fairy's sleeves are fluttering, just like the dancing of colorful clothes and feathers.
The eyebrows are slightly furrowed, the sleeves are dancing and the years are fleeting, praising the world
Slow singing, slow dancing and condensing silk and bamboo, the king is not satisfied with it all day long
Three thousand miles from the motherland, twenty years in the palace
Coming with hatred, startling every step of the way
On the high platform, he scolded Fang Qiu and pointed out the country.
A gentle smile turns into a sharp sword to destroy the enemy camp
A sword dance moves all directions
Look back and smile to the world
I still remember when I was young
After saying goodbye to the pond, I was walking around, green and jealous of the light skirt.
Xie Shi holds his bare hands, walking slowly among the scattered flowers and flying catkins.
The weeping poplars and purple trees in the east of Luo City always hold hands together and travel through the fragrant bushes.
Gathering and separation are in a hurry, this hatred is endless
Amidst the hatred of the country and the family, what are the choices and priorities?
Yima in the west wind, solitary lantern in the setting moon
One body traveled three thousand miles, one sword once served as the division of millions
Laughing at me
Time has passed, the fleeting years have changed
The scenery seems vaguely like last night
Xiao Yuyanyan, holding hands to the end of the world
It has become smoke and gone with the wind
Changlou and ten thousand swords, chasing through the air
What I am chasing is the lost time, what I am recalling is the brocade strings