At the end of the world is sand The story of the world of mortals is called concern The sword is hidden under the east fence of ordinary people Leisure Clouds and Wild Crane Ancient Temple Fast horses fight in the Jianghu It's just that fame and wealth are not acceptable How can a man who has a country in his heart be happy and unrestrained I just want to share with you When the sword comes out of its sheath, who laughs I just want to hold you in my arms Mortal Inn: the wind is like a knife, the rain falls, and fate knocks Who is the leader in Wulin I just bend over for you Cross the wild village and bridge to find the ancient road outside the world Away from the hustle and bustle of the world Willow catkins float and hold the hands of the son freely The window lattice under the eaves reflects the branches obliquely Tea with you on the floor I will firmly write you down with meticulous brushwork It is not elegant to write Sigh at the rosy sunset under the lamp