Xiaoxiao Rain Breaks

Powerless to turn over the clouds and rain, powerless to overturn the country and the city. In the past three years, Wagang Village has risen and fallen, and Xuanwumen wept with blood. Swords, halberds, frost, grievances and hatreds are all given to creeping grass and yellow sand. In troubled times, we can live and die together, and who can walk hand in hand in singing and dancing. Qiong towers and jade houses, elegant clothes and hats, how can they reach me, towering Kunlun, peach blossoms in clear water.