People are searching for answers in their rush

Luck is like the ups and downs of the sea

The blurred veins on the palm of your hand are long

A sword sings a sad song in the dark

Years are like mottled bronze mirrors

Flames in the sky knock on the door of the earth

Years and stars depict the vicissitudes of life rings

criss-crossing the world

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—— Menshuai's The Moon reigns in the Qin Dynasty.