Sending the God of Plague

The spring breeze and the willow are thousands, and the six hundred million divine states are all Sun Yao.

The red rain turns into waves with the heart, and the green hills turn into bridges with the intention.

The sky is connected to the five hills and the silver hoe falls, the earth moves three rivers and the iron arm shakes.

I ask the plague king where he wants to go, and the paper boat will burn bright candles in the sky.

Sending the God of Plague

The spring breeze and the willow are thousands, and the six hundred million divine states are all Sun Yao.

The red rain turns into waves with the heart, and the green hills turn into bridges with the intention.

The sky is connected to the five hills and the silver hoe falls, the earth moves three rivers and the iron arm shakes.

I ask the plague king where he wants to go, and the paper boat will burn bright candles in the sky.