Clouds, Dew, Flowers, Rain and Moon Are Hazy

Clouds, dew, flowers and rain Clouds, dew, flowers, rain and moon are hazy. The road ahead is rugged, with heavy mountains and rivers. The dream of cutting through thorns and swords, Ride the wind and waves to see the rainbow. Chivalrous bones and soft intestines, posthumous skills, The pastoral scenery is the same in all seasons, The distant mountains are green and quiet, There are thick fireworks on the terrace near the water. He walked on the moon, and she came with the dew. In the rugged mountains and rivers, he cuts through the thorns and breaks the wind, and weaves the boy's dream with his sword. She hides her edge with her folds, and weaves the toughness of her heart with her gentleness. After he saw all the rainbow lights and settled his grudges, he realized that the bones of a hero will eventually need to be softened to survive. She wiped away the dust and found her home, only then did she realize that a soft intestine can also carry the bones of a hero. He abandoned the scabbard and retired to seclusion, while she held the umbrella and stayed there, guarding the countryside for four seasons in the green mountains in the distance. Listening to the noise and warmth of the world in the smoke from the towers near the water, she exchanged the disasters she had experienced for a curtain of flowers and rain.