The Real Estate Agent in the Mansion

I wave my sleeves and take not a single cloud with me.

But I take five years of wind and frost, five years of snow,

and the cigarette you offered me before lights-out.

The wind still blows across the Kunlun Mountains,

but it cannot scatter the promise we made:

If we meet again in the martial world, we'll drink together and celebrate;

if we never meet again in this life, may we each take good care of ourselves.

I'm leaving, and I won't look back,

because if I do, I'll see the tears in your eyes.

They shine brighter than snow-capped peaks and burn hotter than a river of stars,

so hot that I can't stay. I can only keep moving forward.

Farewell, my brother.

Farewell, my youth.

As the years pass, even the finest days and fairest sights will mean nothing.

And with a thousand feelings in my heart, who is there left to share them with?