Bite your fingers and write a book in blood,

A little bit of blood and tears

It has not turned around for eighteen years

It’s like there is no news at all

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Could I have become a heartless man

Forgot the cold kiln Wang Baochuan

Remember that time in Cailou

Three high fives for you and dad

Give up the rich and colorful phoenix robe

Worry the flower hall with your cold kiln

The red-maned horse descended that day

Join the army in the other kiln to fight in Xichuan

I cut my robe and left, weeping with heartbreak

Watching my husband on the slope and bursting into tears

Ten loads of dry firewood and eight buckets of rice

How to spend the cold spring in the kiln And winter

Ulqian persimmon chaff purslane

It has been difficult to swallow in the throat for eighteen years

I only said that it is difficult to meet in this life

But I heard that you are still alive

If you forget to marry your wife

Don’t hesitate to write a letter of divorce

If you remember Baochai Nu

Xue Lang, how can you bear to abandon me!