Left hand lifts a sky and right hand holds up a thunder, brave to stand in midstream to become a tower of strength
The blind musician plays music and the witch does an exorcism, speak gains and losses bluntly to show someone how to get onto the right path
Extraordinary as if done by the spirits, thousand autumns of years, leisure to play lute strings to reward my bosom friends
Willow threads and pine needles, beautiful mountains and rivers, hide sword air deep to recall my old friends
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