Lyrics of Cun Shan He by Wen Zixuan

The sound of horse hooves, the sound of knife and the light of light

That year the clouds rolled up the dust

Lantern on a cold night

Ten years of ups and downs

One third of the world

Who is fighting with you

But now back, the chess game has been crisscross

On the tactics of stirring up the storm

Why is it that there is no perfect and pure world

Don't ask about the bleak road ahead

Looking back on Ren Ping Sheng

Even if the boat sank by the side

Where is the spring of ten thousand trees

When I heard that I was dying, I used to pick flowers for a moment

Even if it's over, it's over

The moon is easy to be cold, the river and the sea send the rest of life

No hate at all

The mountains and rivers are clean

If my sword comes out of its sheath

Can the world be perfect and pure

Don't ask about the bleak road ahead

Looking back on Ren Ping Sheng

Even if the boat sank by the side

Where is the spring of ten thousand trees

When I heard that I was dying, I used to pick flowers for a moment

Even if it's over, it's over

The moon is easy to be cold, the river and the sea send the rest of life

There is no hate in the future, but there is no dust in the mountains and rivers

If the heart is only in the square inch

There's no one to ask

Huazhichun full of Bodhisattva

If the wind is the same

Heaven and earth for benevolence, I am willing to be idle

Even if a floating life

Fortunately, I have not failed