(sloppy handwriting)
The Liao Troop has discovered the whereabouts of Ah-Yin and me, pressing us step by step. Mogui City is rugged and difficult to traverse, perhaps it can conceal us for a while. At this moment, the moon shines bright over Yanmen Stronghold, serene and beautiful, yet it seems hopeless to see tomorrow.
The Wind carries the sound of the Wolf Howl, hoping in the next life to reunite with old friends on Stonestride Shore.