Fracture of the giant mountain is the backbone of the heavens and the earth,
The dry out yellow is the plasma of the earth,
That mountain of bones is the ancestor of sadness.
One thousand years later, the harps offerings, melodious music, praise holy avenue yongchang.
Who else remember SuiRenShi lit the Terran road ahead.
How can forget, shennong tasted grass bouquet, buried in the country.
If others know, nuwa QiXie to day, to the essence of flesh and blood let me Terran continued chang wang.
In prosperous time singing, avenue, a virtual divine comedy buried ancestors carry merit.
Beings such as worm, road in the front, song singing, never mentions inflammation with yellow.
Difficult to express heart injury.
Grand house, a mighty huge palace, pseudo column in front of the god, the ancestors of sad, a little memorial tablet have long forgotten, and a half feet 10) god has nowhere to lay.
Can you remember a name is Chinese?
Your blood flowing in the hope of ancestors.
长生界祖神谣