"Why did you want to die? Why did you try to be the first person in the ages? Why did you roar at the end of the universe? You once laughed at the history of mediocrity? You wanted to make you happy and happy?"

At the end of his life, he recalled the rebellion against the sky when the lover King Mu Long was a teenager, and his beautiful eyes seemed to be looking at another world in the void, and Mu Long stared at his own expression affectionately and infatuatedly, as if looking at a peerless beauty of the past, present and future.

Not far away, two equally peerless women appeared, one was the first beauty god, and the other was Wang Yunchan, the lord of the Allure Tower. Wang Yunchan, the lord of the Allure Tower, looked at the place where the Emperor Xiaoyao died, and looked at the other two and said coldly: "The moon before the bottle, the leaf before the steps, after several faces, who is looking down and who can save who can keep the freedom forever?

With ten years in exchange for one night, pour all the thoughts, and then can't burn again, just for a moment of love, lovesickness years and years of love into resentment ice into snow, see all over the world round and short, bitterness has no regrets and tasteless, where to find the joys and sorrows. ”

Note: "The translation of the first two is not enough, and if I find another one, the meaning of the translation is slightly different, this one seems to be more in line with the original meaning, and the translation of "Brothers-In-Arms" by the same unknown name: The misty mountains are my final destination, but my homeland is in the Scottish lowlands, and it will never change, and one day you will go back there, back to that valley, to your farm, and you will no longer be angry, my comrades-in-arms, my brothers.

Through the war-torn land, through the baptism of fire, you have endured the ordeal, and as the war has intensified, you have never left me, my comrade-in-arms, my brother, in spite of my mortal wounds, in fear and panic.

The world is so different, life is so different, we only have one earth, but we live in different worlds, and now the sun is sinking in the west and the moon is rising, let us say goodbye! Man will die in the end, but in the shining starlight, and every stripe of the road in the palm of your hand is recorded, we foolishly started a war and opened fire on our brothers. ”

Note: I am listening to Wang Zhilei singing "Happy and Sad Years". R1152