He used to be king
Later, it was said that it was OK
Abdicate one's power
And let others make money
He never quarrels with others
He has seen through the win and lose
Now the face is more beautiful than ever
A little more vicissitudes
He used to be young and frivolous
Crazy for the country
For years to be king
Only the steel knife was by my side
When the blood flow continues
The war never stopped
My brother will be killed
Or die in battle
What he got
He knows best how much to give up
But the road has been chosen
Where is the way back
All the way through
Will sometimes be seriously injured
His hands were covered with blood
But it can't stop the direction
From him alone
Until one side dominates
He asked himself, except
What else does fame and fortune get
Brothers also betray
But most of them are still around
Brothers who have been fighting for many years
But their bones are not cold
He got all this
And pay the price
But it turned out to be
Contrast you don't want to see
The people around them left one after another
How many people are there
What we get is only half of the land
How far is half of the country
He wanted to ask, but he didn't dare
He was wrong, but he did it himself
The world he yearns for
It's black
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