Honkai: Star Rail: I Hold the Lantern for Jingliu

They say she wielded a three-foot-seven-inch blade, its embers dyeing the red sky as she left her roots behind.

They also speak of a six-foot-five-inch sword, soaring through the cosmos on a thousand journeys.

Or they praise a thousand-jin blade, cleaving through the cracks of time and parting the clouds.

Raising cups and trading drinks, they tell of her courage. She grasped the moon, fell from the heavens, and hunted down the wicked.

Blood stained the abyss of scales; life and death were decided. Stars scattered, rain dispersed, and she descended into demonic shadow.

How can a mortal's sword cut down the stars? She passed through the Gate of Myriad Mysteries and trod among ghosts and gods.

All her life, she bore the marks of worldly forms, carving moonlight into the cold river's hidden bloom.

This heart is dead, so she calls herself Nameless. This body is a sword, and its name is Jingliu.

This is the life of the person I accompanied.

This is the meaning of my existence.

A single river reflects a thousand streams. She wielded her broken sword to cut down the stars.

And behind her, I will always hold the lantern for her.

Even if this body...

This heart will shine forever. This lantern will never go out.