Splendor in a Time of Chaos

Peach blossoms are flawless, a bloodstained beauty in white.

A lone rider races across the dust, swift and free.

Silver armor rings, blooming with splashes of blood.

Smoke and flame reflect on cold armor as the land lies bleak and still.

**The Nine Provinces ask whether this love is true.

Will the heavens answer if we point to the sky!?

For whom do I don armor and fight across the yellow sands?

For whom do my temples turn white with frost?

For whom do I command the world, ride to war, and dominate the age?

For whom do I burn the ink-painted rivers and mountains?

For whom do I turn away from power and journey to the ends of the earth?

For whom do I set aside all splendor, blood and cinnabar, to write a page of turbulent glory?

"Though life is full of hardship, all I wish is for you to live better than I do."

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