Driven by greed and ambition, a thousand fires rage; adrift in the world, I am but a lone gull.
The world of the jianghu, its roads, its affairs.
The east wind cannot keep people from coming and going. The west wind is chill, longing is bitter, and parting in this world means that from now on, thoughts of you will fade into oblivion, leaving only a cup of warmth from this mortal world.
“I was worth a fortune, yet in the end, there was nothing I could buy.”
