Tiger’s Might, Dragon’s Soul
In Changshan’s snowy ravine, Mu Qingfeng bathes his blade in frost; a young tiger nestles close, warming him against the northern gale.
With claws and fangs concealed, they sleep and rise as one; cold stars reflect their courage as they face hardship together.
On Dangyang’s battlefield, blood rain veils the sun; ancient ravine pines bear witness to their steadfast loyalty.
Even with white hair, he still hears the wildwood roar; his silver spear hangs beneath the moon, and the valleys lie hushed.
