Goodbye, Moxi

This story and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental.

I'm handsome, and skilled in kung fu,

but your pomegranate-red skirt is a magic treasure.

Stir me up, mix me around,

and I'll become your Gela Tiao.

My surname is Xiao, not Cao,

for you, I'll roam a thousand miles.

The sky won't fall apart,

nor will the earth grow old.

If you'll descend from heaven and become a flower,

I'll bring cow dung along to be your asterisk.

I seek no wealth, nor your beauty,

I only ask you to grant me a ** name.

Let's chat about the wind and talk about the rain,

heroes of the jianghu, drunk on this very day.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.