Torrential rain fell on the lake.
Drops the dock mid-month
Like morning dew, like smoke
See you again when you leave
Her eyes turned into whose last thought
Blood hairpins fall to the ground before reaching the age of China.
Wine awakens sleep in the wind.
There are poems hidden with knives.
Who sacrificed blood to wash the inkstone
To live up to the expectations of the world
He vowed to talk about the Jianghu.
Love will last forever.
Life and death are but one cup apart.
Three to five friends shoulder to shoulder
A good young man
Shoot away evil spirits for the rest of my life.
I‘ll draw an arrow from my bow.
For one person into the world of mortals
Dial the string to go far
And laugh at his frivolous guest
The same life and death also dare to speak
The sound of the flute did not stop
Hanging River Wash My Sword
Don’t forget to admire the sky in this life.
Have courage reflected sword end
Star frost shines on the moon.
Another thousand miles of snow alone
Find out about that year
The blood and dirt of the night around the furnace will be scattered quietly.
The star lights went out
Empty city dead old but old
There are still ruins in the forest.
The wind is sobbing.
Remember what happened in those days
He once destroyed the bow and drew the string.
For one person into the world of mortals
Dial the string to go far
And laugh at his frivolous guest
The same life and death also dare to speak
The sound of the flute is striking the chord.
The whole world is in love.
Don‘t forget to admire the sky in this life.
If you walk alone in the world of mortals
All in a hurry
The Jianghu Road Is Difficult to Walk
Some people are on a par with others.
Although it rains, it pours
There is a full moon at the end of the day.
This life is not waste once young
If you walk alone in the world of mortals
All in a hurry
The Jianghu Road Is Difficult to Walk
Some people are on a par with others.
Despite the long night
The new moon will eventually round.
This life is not waste once young
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