DJI Song

Kill the courtiers with one step, and defeat thousands of armies with trust. Laughing and talking about a century-old career, dancing drunkenly on a thousand feet of snow. The red tent, the green smoke penetrates, and the square brocade handkerchief is left for whom? Tears of rouge, picking up golden hairpins, who will shed the two words of love? I passed through the treacherous cloud waves, laughing as I stepped on the vast frost and snow in the desert. Three lives of brocade, two go hand in hand, who will sing the song of the country for one life!