The soul at the end of the world is heartbroken, but it still has pity. The qi is scattered, the fingers are trembling,
It is chaotic, a thousand-year dream, and a bright return; Faithfulness can't be seen in a pen.
I miss you, draw my sword and wave it, and I can't stop cutting it.
I hate you, I am a beauty, and I want to shake the sky.
I want to die, I just want to be lucky, and I have no regrets.