Lyrics of Knight's back by lotanyi

The vines and the morning glory on the city wall

Swaying in the wind, watching the thin horse disappearing in the sunset

The sword shadow of vicissitudes is dispersing in the glow, and gradually enlarges

There are crows circling in the night sky

Heroes in fairy tales, in the wind in reality

Who will praise me when the devil is destroyed

Knight's spear becomes heavy

Has it become hazy in the princess's heart

The faded coat is no longer a miracle

Who cares about the storm lying in the dark clouds

How urgent is it to wash me

Once the scene of fresh clothes and angry horses has gradually gone with the wind

Who will remember the light and shadow that fade to the limit

The passing situation is the exciting scenery when trampling on the banner

The dragon is hysterical

Golden champagne

Dazzling light in the story branded heavy name

People all over the world are calling for my miracle

I kneel on one knee and solemnly promise to take the princess's name as my surname

Glory is now called sickness

The vulture leaped over the jungle and stopped on the barren grassland

Competing to eat the rotten body

The sunken earth is on the verge of a dry stream

Squinting through the fingers to see the moonlight blurred

Dense stubble is not neat, cold autumn wind cut the body

The knight's back was bleak in the dense forest

It's too quiet to see clearly

The gray sky shrouded the knight's thin back

The thin horses drooped their bony eyelids

The north wind blows again, and the flying dead leaves fall to the knight's ears

Who holds the cold spear tightly

Who is in exile

Year after year, day after day, the sun rises every day

I miss the lush sorghum field in my hometown

Every breath is like a tired horse's hoof

Step by step, my back stretches westward

The play child watched the beggar laugh

The surging waves in the boundless ocean

The growth rings are still growing, and the time is getting less and less

Where are the floating clouds

Dense stubble is not neat, cold autumn wind cut the body

The knight's back was bleak in the dense forest

It's too quiet to see clearly

The gray sky shrouded the knight's thin back

The thin horses drooped their bony eyelids

The north wind blows again, and the flying dead leaves fall to the knight's ears

Who holds the cold spear tightly

Who is in exile

Year after year, day after day, the sun rises every day

I miss the lush sorghum field in my hometown

Every breath is like a tired horse's hoof

Step by step, my back stretches westward