Xi Murong
Although there was a history of war between cities.
Although I took the branch and returned it.
How many customs, how many joys and sorrows.
You will always be a heartless building.
Squatting on the desolate top of the mountain
Look at human grievances coldly
Why can't I sing it to you?
I can't write an article about you.
When I mention you, there will be a fire.
There's your body in the fire, Wan Li.
With your Millennium face
This is your cloud.
Your tree
Your wind
Chilechuan
Yinshanxia
The night is like water tonight.
The Yellow River will still flow by you tonight.
Flowing into my sleepless dreams