As words fail at twilight, a lingering smile, like smoke, recalling the past.
The heavens have lost their way, who shows mercy to humanity? The decree's light evokes gods and demons, battle souls offer to the frigid Qingming.
The Six Paths shattered, reincarnation turns, ten thousand heroes shake nine realms, Gu Yu seven kills stain with blood, forbidden names echo through ten thousand eras.
Countless gods and demons burn souls, thunderbolts roar, leaving only wisps of smoke, the King of Men weeps tears, his fragrant trace vanishes, the God's Tomb breaks with a single thought.
Lonely I walk, heartbroken, the vast universe loses its brilliance, I gaze repeatedly at the empty shadow, I've dreamed countless times, my melancholy deepens.
For a thousand years, I dwell in stillness, the vast expanse of the world sees a familiar face, I wish to speak, but words fail me at twilight, a smile lingers, like smoke, recalling the past.
Waiting for the eighth day of August, I'll bloom after flowers, killing all flowers, spring arrives, if I don't make a sound, will any insects dare to sing first?
Who dares to block my love, I'll kill them until the battlefield is strewn with corpses, staining the world, no more lands will dare to resist for me.
You may seize my empire and bureaucracy, or abandon me to endless reincarnation, but you cannot harm her.
Give me five thousand tiger riders, restore my vast Han, defy heaven, there are exceptions, defy me, no life will exist.
I carry memories through the four seasons, but never reach my intended love.
I crossed three thousand and one miles, wielding a sword against a hundred thousand armies, gazed at the heavens, walked on ten thousand miles of mountains and rivers.
In my eyes, a name sword—Autumn Water, Dragon's Roar, Tiger's Howl; in my heart, iron horses and icy rivers, a thousand years of the.
This step, we defy the heavens, this step, fate will be reborn, this step, accompany you dance in the red dust, this step, we'll overturn nine layers of heaven.
The breeze gently strokes my seven years old, the general weeps like a child, who weeps in the Penglai realm, and who clings to this underworld, unwilling to leave?
New tombs, old bones, burying seven years old, drunken stupor, who returns, nine calamities out, wind and clouds dance, ten thousand calamities, stars weep, the heavens change, predestined paths.
This step, we enter the mountains and seas, this step, we face death, this step, we'll laugh at the world, this step, we'll ascend the nine heavens.
A glimmer of cold light, ten thousand zhang, slaughtering the world, what does it matter? Deeply buried, never change my ambition, gather winds and clouds, become emperor.
Looking down on all living beings, commanding all armies, wielding the sky, laughing at the winds and clouds, controlling the world, the universe at my fingertips.
Who will be my master of all dominance? In the nine layers of heaven, I am the hero, slaughtering ten million beings, blood and bones become soldiers.
Buried corpses of millions, wearing armor, sighing over scholars, one glance at the character 'Zhong' unites all under one banner, my life's ambition will be shared with you.
A generation of heroes, strategizing and commanding a million soldiers, a hundred battles, becoming white bones, rolling the sky, sweeping the land, entering the emperor's chest.
