At that moment, I was the desert eagle, armored cavalry , all-powerful . The fire in my eyes , my heart is full of hatred, I continue to massacre , continue to rush . My heart filled with the world, my shirt stained with blood , one hand clutching a paper hand held tripod in one hand a spear in one hand and write poetry . Smoke in the desert straight river down the yen , the rivers of blood of any enemy , a river flows into a river setting sun . You back bow Nock, Hu Fu fluttering , appeared in front of me, I leash , you lying in my arms . You say : I am your favorite. I lay down their arms , fell to his knees . At that moment, I raised the wind horse, not to pray , just as in the afterlife , waiting for your arrival.