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There is snow in the vast sky, the water in Motian River is cold, Lone Star Moon, clear spring flow bed rock. The sound of the harp and flute, the joys and sorrows appear at the flick of the fingers, The setting sun is gone, the wind is blowing and the smoke is disappearing. The long flow of endless thoughts, Time destroys the sword of the end of the world. The beauty smiles, the drunken flower moon pool, Now and in the past, grievances and grievances continue. Zongheng and Heng, drinking all the sorrow in the rivers and lakes, In life and death, a smile illuminates the liver and gallbladder. The green sky and the blue sky soar into the sky, Chivalry and tenderness hang on the sail.