There is an immortal border gate set up on the long river of time and space. Beyond the border gate is the rolling mist, and within the border gate are one era after another.
Why does the era come to an end, why are all living beings wailing, and who is carrying the banner, who is destroying the enemies of the world, who is escorting future generations, and for whom are we fighting for in this life? Just to have no regrets in my heart.
There is no such thing as great love, I just want to stand in front of all living beings.
This is a road with no end in sight, I just want to go on...
