Escape and Revival

We once walked in the sky, but now we can only look up at the stars underground. Those jade slips recording glory are rotting, And the orcs' iron hooves crushed the last altar. The old ballad says that to find the big locust tree that is flowing backward, The key to home is hidden there. But the historian smeared all the maps to the ancestral land with blood, They say that the real hometown is not far away, And when we look up, the stars are extinguished in our pupils.