Amid the mortal world’s turmoil, a three-foot sword; across the martial world, flashes of steel and rivers of blood.
We were young once. Why fear the rain and wind along the road ahead?
The martial world is perilous, yet I drift freely with a sword in hand.
The martial world stretches far. I tread on floating clouds and go wherever I please.
Zhang Wuhen:
Women disguising themselves as men happens every year; it’s nothing unusual anymore. But every mountain has its own uneven slopes, and I have my own rhythm and rhyme. Whether the ending is tragic or joyful, I’ll embrace the snow while you embrace the rain.
Tan Yue:
The world is ever-changing. It’s hard to put into words: again and again, joy and grief, again and again, sweetness and bitterness.
Yun Xiao:
How much joy hangs in the balance when one gives up love in this mortal world? The more beautiful it is, the more fleeting.
