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
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