The world is in tatters, and I mend it with my little light——
Filling up the chaotic cracks leaking from the sky
Mend the cancer of greed that breeds in the human heart
Compensating for the misplaced order of life and death in reincarnation
But there are always people who are stubborn:
Tear apart the peace that I have woven with my own blood
Break the trust I put together with obsession
Trample my stable balance with time
Thousands of repairs are not worth one malicious tear.
I put down my needle and thread, picked up the blood-stained knife, and the last trace of tenderness in my eyes extinguished:
"Since the world prefers brokenness, then I will no longer insist on mending——
From now on, I am the strongest wind and the sharpest blade,
Be the destroyer who overturns this decadent order with your own hands. "
