Bad times never die.
I can't help it if I don't die,
I'm afraid I'm afraid I can't do anything!
A suit can break two carved arcs, and riding a thousand pounds seems nothing.
Leaning against the golden saddle, the arrow, with the arrow, kept shooting at the fleeing enemy chief.
The Woods are black, the wind hits the grass,
However, the general tried to shoot arrows at night.
The next morning he found his white feather arrow.
Point to the depths of hard rock.