I have a sword that can kill injustice in the world
I have a horse that can ride on the unevenness of the world. The sword says in drunkenness, the horse calls in dreams, come, come, come, drink, drink... There are thousands of floating worlds, but there are not three: the moon in the water, the flower in the mirror, you in the dream...,,,, Drink, drink.
The author writes well, but it always feels weird