The world is full of turmoil.
As soon as I enter the world, time rushes me.
While Huangtu Hegemony was chatting and laughing,
He couldn’t bear the intoxication of life.
Hold up the sword and ride astride to wave the ghost rain.
The bones are as white as mountain birds and they fly away in fright.
Everything in the world is like the tide, and people are like water.
Only a few people in the rivers and lakes return.
The wind blows in the cool night, and the clouds and mist are confusing;
Who sees the moonlight, and the harp sings quietly.
The clouds are vast, the sky is full of melancholy, the meeting is hopeless, and the love is broken;
Look forward to the light of the northern star, the fragrance of the summer, and the blue sky of the burning country;
Sigh , after a while, the scene blurred, the birch splattered with blood, and the nostalgia died.
Dust - the pain of memory,
Strong wind - annihilation of dreams,
Looking at the sky, the paper kite has disappeared;
How can one live and die in such a hurry, choking and mourning.
When I return to my dream, who knows how lonely I am? Parting is painful and the eyes are dry.
Dance, lonely grass and trees, smiling faces, who knows loneliness?
Tell me, the pain of parting, the stars shining brightly, and the sea changing suddenly.
The dust is the pain of memory;
The strong wind annihilates the dreams of the heart.
Looking at the sky, the kite has disappeared!
How can one live and die in such a hurry? Congealed and choked into mourning.