[Xiao Zhan & Wang Yibo] *The Untamed* — "Wu Ji" (Live Performance) — Fan-made Montage

Alone on earth sorrow lingers in the misty clouds the haze stretches on endlessly Right and wrong are but memories of the past— awake now how can it all be dismissed as a dream In the whirl of mortal life how can one measure the gains and losses of memory The wind howls blood-hot blades grow cold Mountains high rivers far a distant lute plays Unspent earthly ties I brew a pot of life and death joy and sorrow in memory of the young warrior The moon remains the same—why long for what's unattainable Better to part with grace letting wind and waves carry us apart Spring Festival Gala flows past a thousand mountains Neither right nor wrong matters—just treat it as a dream Amid the hustle and bustle of life memories of gain and loss linger The wind howls blood still burns yet the blade grows cold Brew a pot of life death sorrow and joy to honor the young warrior the moon remains unchanged—why long for what cannot be Better to part with grace free from wind and waves A single tune shared across the horizon echoing in harmony The moon remains the same—why gaze long upon it