Cai Xiaobao, lyrics of "old dream of sword Pavilion"

I'm sure to be a better and braver great Xia than me

Fighting demons and demons with swords in the world

I'm sure that I can become a great Xia in the free and unfettered world and the pride of playing sword and listening to rain Pavilion

Moonlight hidden mountains and rivers used to be old pavilions in dreams

Carefree through green, wind and lotus

If life is bleak, if life is not happy

Can you remember the cold and windy night in the South Pavilion

The cold edge gradually thinned, kaierge and other fire maple color mottled old outline

If Jinghong Pian or dreams of prosperity for thousands of years, how to pay for it

The sword hangs down, the star field is vast, the old man is silent, Bodhi, the next industry fire is whirling

If the mind has become a demon, like Shura, where to find relief

He is young and old in the world of mortals

I only hope I am in a hurry and the world is desolate

If born and seven bitter into the war, if this life hate also unforgettable

Where to go, only the shadow becomes two boundless

And so on, the face has gone through many vicissitudes, green and yellowish

Waiting for the memory to be desolate

Who is going home when the konghou is playing

Leaving him alone to wander

Jialan's old dream: a sword stained with frost and a smile

After 18 years of being greedy, angry and mad, I finally forgot him

Who will burn the blue shirt and burn the karmic obstacles

Prosperous do not sigh, life and death, how can he bear to seal history

Sitting alone on the top of the world

Jialan's old dream withers. Who can listen to the old friend's sigh in the dream

Listen to the autumn rain all night

Master, elder martial brother Lu and elder martial sister Jiang Where are you?

Xiao Yiyun, little troublemaker, where are you?

You all come out. It's so dark. I'm a little scared