Bloody Waves

How many people have I killed in my life? A bit of heroic spirit dyed with hot blood; How many people have cried in my life? The tears wash away the sadness. The pride of waiting is gone, Waiting for the sadness to be forgotten, My life is no longer rough, My life is coming to an end. If you ask about your life, you will have no regrets and all your regrets will be gone; If you ask about your life, you will feel guilty and your kindness has not been fulfilled; Ask about the world, how many grudges and hatreds there are, Why is the most painful loss of love? Life is like a star, Crossing the night sky without a trace or trace. Praise heroes, sigh heroes, The waves of blood have turned into a false name, Eventually turned into a handful of loess, The beginning of enlightenment comes and goes in a hurry. History is like a long river, The waves are full of right and wrong, Blood-stained morning and evening clouds dance, Tears spilled across the country and jade dew fell. The waning moon and the sound of the ancient original flute, The cold clouds and the solitary roar of the sad wind, After singing this song in the wind, I would like to let my heart rustle away with the wind.