一笑江湖 (DJ弹鼓版)

A laugh in the martial arts world, surging waves, the mortal world is entirely forgotten. All is in the past, not worth mentioning.

The heavens laugh, laughing without heroic feelings yet understanding them. Facing the moon, drinking a cup of loneliness.

Swords rise with jianghu grievances, flicking sleeves to shroud the bright moon. West wind, falling leaves, withering flowers, hard to sleep pillowing on swords and blades.

You are a passing traveler of the mountains and rivers, yet always sighing deeply and grieving over partings. Temples like frost, a cup of strong liquor.

Walking alone through so many years, used to seeing the flash of swords light up the dark night.

How to distinguish a righteous spirit from a demonic heart? A snap of the fingers, a dream is but an instant.

The setting sun amidst the yellow sand is like blood, how many souls have silently perished in this place.

Who is there to understand this success or failure?

A laugh in the martial arts world, surging waves, the mortal world is entirely forgotten. All is in the past, not worth mentioning.

The heavens laugh, an unaging laugh, yet understanding heroic feelings. Facing the moon, drinking a cup of loneliness.

Walking alone through so many years, used to seeing the flash of swords light up the dark night.

How to distinguish a righteous spirit from a demonic heart? A snap of the fingers, a dream is but an instant.

The setting sun amidst the yellow sand is like blood, how many souls have silently perished in this place.

Who is there to understand this success or failure?

A laugh in the martial arts world, surging waves, the mortal world is entirely forgotten. All is in the past, not worth mentioning.

The heavens laugh, an unaging laugh, yet understanding heroic feelings. Facing the moon, drinking a cup of loneliness.

Once held a sword horizontally and laughed at the sky, counted the distant roads. Countless setting suns and evening glows.

The heavens laugh, joyfully free and unfettered, people in jianghu trouble themselves. Cannot hold back the tide of love, hate, and parting.