The number of past glory is the sink like a stone, incomparably great power, granted to only a strong and vigorous petrel, flying in the sky, it is cold to watch the reality.

• 多少昔日荣光已是折戟沉沙，无比巨大的力量，赋予给一只只矫健的海燕，翱翔在海天之间，冷冷地注视着现实。