There is a court, and there are names. There are knights who sheathe their swords, and a world where the great way is practiced beneath heaven.
With the simplest approach, he sees through the work of gods and spirits. One word, “false,” runs through his entire life…
Warhorses and iron weapons, silver bells chiming in the halls of power; the world is hard to fathom.
Fierce loyalty and tender affection, flutes singing and Buddhist chants echoing through the jianghu; the search goes on for eternity.
Heaven’s way guides the mind, and the one who wields it seems foolish. Obsession, anger, kindness, and deceit: what is real, and what is false?
Hear the Way in the morning, and one can die content by evening. The roles of life are painted on, while wine is poured beside jade-girded waists.
The show begins…
