I promise you a red dress dyed with vermilion to keep you safe.
Meet, a silver gun
Touched my heart.
At that time, you were either a king or a concubine.
Accompanied by the world of mortals, the drama talks about the country.
Out of date, in uniform.
The change of life has stained your face.
Mission burns desire.
You said hoarsely, "concubine, I want to go far away."
I replied, taking off my red makeup.
Follow your direction, my light
Jiangshan, the blood has dried up.
You broke into the hall of history.
The north wind blows your heroic spirit.
That's your battlefield
You are the king of the world.
I just want to stay alone in the green tent.
Wipe your scar with a lamp.
That day, we held the tower in our hands.
You said, "This is my country, and this is the world I gave you."
You held me in your arms, laughing wantonly and openly.
Gently shed tears
Wang, this is not the world I want.
What does the so-called Jiangshan have to do with me?
I just want to be with you.
When the national flag falls, the songs of Chu smash your dreams.
You lost, and your decadent face lost its former appearance.
I put on red with a smile.
"King, let my body dance for you again."
A sword crossed the jade neck, but I lost my watch.
Don't want to be a burden to you
In exchange for my last strength, you are in charge of the battlefield.
Raise your hand and stroke your forehead.
At the moment, you are just my king.
I have no regrets, my Lord.