Prosperity in troubled times

Peach blossoms are flawless, white clothes are bloody

A lone horse galloping in the dust

Clang clang

Smoke reflecting the cold armor, overlooking the world’s chill

** Jiuzhou asks whether this love is true or false

The sky can answer?

For whom do you put on armor and fight against the yellow sand?

For whose hair is dyed with frost?

For whom do I cover the world, golden spears and iron horses, and shout in the wind and cloud?

For whom do I burn the ink paintings of rivers and mountains?

For whom do I go to the end of the world

For whom to collect all the glory, blood cinnabar, book a page of chaotic prosperity?

"Even if the world is difficult, I only hope that you live better than me.”

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