The Shanhai Record of Heaven's Overthrow

Can you hear the blade’s trembling lament? The White Dragon returns. My beloved, if you wish to sleep, then come with me first. There is no calling you back from the calamity that has befallen the four kingdoms of mountain and sea. I have long watched the sunset clouds and lone geese, laughing as I watched the winds and clouds for fifteen years. The guest of Qingzhou, the guest of the clear boat, clad in white, strides across the river to seize the moonlight. The realm remains unchanged; I plant seeds in the fields south of the river. The northern wind shines upon cold iron armor. A move once made cannot be undone, and blood flies everywhere. The great river runs on, its long course without a boat or mountain, stirring Yunmeng Marsh as stars fall and shatter over the western capital. I met my end at the White Dragon Gate. Three thousand flourishing sights vanished like water flowing away, while a dragon emerged from the water and the clouds parted in the light. The realm has lost its color. Who can hear this killing song, this melody too difficult to play? Can I entrust my heart to another? The wind grows stronger, the moon clearer. The moon shines with jade light, and our shadows make three pairs. While I still have no joy, let us make the most of this lingering warmth. In exchange, give me the face of ten miles of peach blossoms. Jiangxia and I are at odds, but I bloom in the springtime of my youth. You are the one regret in my life that I cannot set right, no matter how high the mountains or how wide the seas.