[Music Recommendation] For Long

On the palm, the ancient moonlight, that wound, the desolation passed with a smile. Looking up to pay homage, you stand in one place. It is your recklessness as a dragon from birth. Carefully remember that your name is Yanhuang. On the beacon, the setting sun of the battlefield, beside the broken blade, the years flow quietly. Twelve chapter patterns, you pay tribute from afar. The bloodline surges in the Yellow River and the Yangtze River. It is your innate flamboyance. Rain and wind wash away the red walls and green tiles. Paintings leave the yellow flowers of tomorrow. In Chinese characters, the ink fragrance cherishes every stroke. The expression passed down through generations. The vicissitudes of rise and fall streak the cheeks. After countless years, the superficial adornments are washed away. The soil you have always guarded is under your feet, an unwavering answer until death. On the beacon, the setting sun of the battlefield, beside the broken blade, the years flow quietly. Twelve chapter patterns, you pay tribute from afar. The bloodline surges in the Yellow River and the Yangtze River. It is your innate flamboyance. Rain and wind wash away the red walls and green tiles. Paintings leave the yellow flowers of tomorrow. In Chinese characters, the ink fragrance cherishes every stroke. The expression passed down through generations. The vicissitudes of rise and fall streak the cheeks. After countless years, the superficial adornments are washed away. The soil you have always guarded is under your feet, an unwavering answer until death. Rain and wind wash away the red walls and green tiles. Paintings leave the yellow flowers of tomorrow. In Chinese characters, the ink fragrance cherishes every stroke. The expression passed down through generations. The vicissitudes of rise and fall streak the cheeks. After countless years, the superficial adornments are washed away. The soil you have always guarded is under your feet, an unwavering answer until death. In the heart, the ancient moonlight, the sorrow in the怀[embrace], the desolation no longer glanced back at. Looking up to pay homage, you stand in this place. Carefully remember the appearance of being born a dragon. Carefully remember that my name is Yanhuang.