Breeze Sigh

When I was young, I was traveling, and the years were empty. Heroes cry, beauties are broken, passion is always empty and hate is left, the temples are frosted, the flowers are full of the moon, and there is a hint of sadness at separation. On the Yanbo Bridge, oil umbrellas pass by people's faces several times. Under the solitary lamp tent, one can listen to the whinnying of horses and the sound of swords. Little did you know, the old grass will become barren as time goes by. A real man cuts the sky with a long sword, a daughter is a queen, and her only intention is to bring sorrow. It's hard to forget that we were so close to each other, but we couldn't compete with the sun and the moon to eliminate the old sorrows in Wushan. For love, to fall in love crazily, for righteousness, to be worthy of heaven and earth, in martial arts, blood is like a broken rainbow, in the world, morality and justice have different paths, but unfortunately, the sword is blunt, and there will be a time when we get tired of it. At the end, accompanied by green mountains and streams, I played a song of Jianghu sigh.