The flowing Hutuo carries away tattered banners; as history sinks into the mist, the phantom echo of a war-hor…
The flowing Hutuo carries away tattered banners; as history sinks into the mist, the phantom echo of a war-horn lingers in the ear. Drifting east, the banners vanish amidst the misty waves, and iron hoofprints fade under the cold moon.
All dissolves into a boundless haze, leaving only the silver-haired reeds upon the shore.