I'm going home, and I'll never look back when I'm gone. When my blood was boiling, I came here with a pike, dreaming of cutting Loulan and replacing it with Wan Huhou. Now I see the once white-haired boy and his good friend Margo wrapped in a corpse, and I know that the so-called great achievements of a thousand years ago turned out to be a big lie in the conscription edict. Day after day, I said I was killed, I said I was alive, and I said I was going home. Those who died in battle are carefree, and those who were captured alive are still in a hurry. Just said "go home" over and over again. Over here again and again, someone died, and someone died. I was born in He Huan, but I don't want my family to hear the news of my death.
Finally, I will go home, I will go home. I have never made any achievements, but in my twilight years, although I was driving eight thousand miles, I didn't make thirty achievements that made me look like dirt. On this long border, I am just an insignificant pawn.
I tapped on the edge of the beacon tower, and in that deep crack, how many frontier guards' youth were integrated? A bonfire, which is the blood of countless soldiers; At the beginning of the show, thousands of people cut it! I will go home, but it means that there will be another teenager standing here, looking at the direction of his hometown, crying till his temples turn white!
I have to go, the wind from the north. Why don't you give me a ride? Well, you can stay and sing a sad song for the couple. I've seen your grandparents' weeds by the roadside. You look exactly like them. Just like spring sprouting, summer swaying and autumn getting old. I watched them being born, growing and aging. To this day, I grow old with them. The saddest thing is that more youth will be buried in this vast grassland beyond the Great Wall-war is just a huge meat grinder, and we are destined to be pushed forward and crushed into bloody meat soup, which will never be taken off the table of bloodthirsty rulers.
I'm back. Do you recognize me? I trudged on the road outside the Great Wall with a tall horse. This road has been going on for more than ten years, and it hasn't changed at all. Turning the foot of the mountain, it is still a rugged and desolate path. That crooked old tree seems to keep the posture I came in. Am I going back in time, or have I taken a circular road in the years?
I'm back. I saw this willow forest again. Ten years later, I broke a willow branch when I walked to the border where I had been derailed for many years. The sound of the willow flute is so melodious, but when I arrived at the border, I had never seen a willow as beautiful as you-isn't the spring breeze enough?
I'm back. I finally came back alive. How beautiful the spring was on this path when I left. Why, when I came back, I was greeted by such a cold north wind? There seems to be a bleak tune from Saibei in the depressed team. Snowflakes falling in the crowd dyed the teenager's black hair white.
I'm back, I'm back. When you go, you are mighty, and when you come back, you are rare. I have never seen a general succeed, but there are, and all the bones are dying.