Ziqin Sai Han Guanzhaoche
Bride of Lonely City Desert
Whose shining armor is in Qiangdi?
A line of footprints
For thousands of years.
Hunting flag.
Drum with steel nails and cowhide.
A samurai with a prancing horse and a knife.
Become a monument to future generations
This is insurmountable.
The sleeping hero at the moment
Eyebrows, swords, beards, halberds, panting.
And a smiling woman.
Alone in the clear spring.
This horse has gone to the south.
Only the dragon slayer on the wall.
Disdain to associate with firewood
Often jump out at night
The sound of landing
Still suffering
The peach blossom of a tree is in bloom.
The samurai in the middle of the night clenched his hand.
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-What is life?
In the long river of history
All that floats in is
Some text fragments
How many nobles
How many princes
Sink into the muddy river bottom?
Never hope
I am.
That unsinkable drop of river water
Wind in the dust.
Or swim in the waves.
Why bother?
To discredit an imperfect life?
Look back on the past years
time and space
We are all one.
Ignored punctuation marks
Laugh and cry
Will not become the color of the stars.
Snowflakes and waves
Will also be forgotten by the grass everywhere
Life is ultimately
It's just a grain of dust.