Longmen Lingshi

The ink picture on the curtain rolls, Chen Lingyun is silent There are nine gates in the land, and chaos abounds Leaning against the window and laughing alone, nine songs stained with blood The long sword points to the world of Longmen … The white snow of the mourning clothes flows to the water, reflecting the loneliness of the melting ice flowers. The king of the subjugated country is in a state of desolation, only sighing that the song of eternal regret will eventually come. Stars are scattered across the vast sky, and those who are determined to return will seize the throne. … When the flowers fall and are no longer flowers, the old dreams settle down Slavery has lasted for thousands of years, but the flower of war has ended