A beauty's blood, a hero's tears, a green bamboo, a half-pillow of peach wood, fluttering red sleeves to wipe away the desolation, the heroic spirit to suppress the yellow. Filial piety exists, the heroic soul is there, the drums are beating the sky, the footsteps are boundless, Xiao Xiaoqin sacrifices to the lover, and a promise will never be forgotten. Words I can't stop seeing the world's prosperous affairs, and I can't see the great liberation of life. (The end of the world)