The shadow of the sword in the ink pool emerges from my couple, and the wind and thunder in the pen are in Kyushu.
The hills and ravines in my chest are all built into barriers, so why would I try to trip up this boat with my own fame?
The hatred of family and country has not disappeared in thousands of volumes, and all the sorrows of the past and present are shouldered on one shoulder.
All the articles written by stars can be spitted on, and the heart can be left to illuminate the hometown.
