Wandering through the flowers, I seek to forget my sorrow;
I rise and dust off my clothes, just to earn my keep.
There is no true right or wrong in this virtual world;
There is no eternal good or evil in this paradise of the strong.
Spirits are my companions, immortals my friends;
Lords and nobles tremble, even emperors are thrown into disarray.
I wield astonishing magic, powerful enough to shift mountains and rivers;
Yet even a divine sword that reflects the sun cannot cut through the confusion of this life.
When the gods return to their places, who will sing the heroes' song?
Especially beautiful.
The author of Shui who doesn't leave even a comma [laughs crookedly] is enough. .