Dreaming of Death on an Empty Mountain

[There is no justice in troubled times, the sword is as cold as ice, the setting sun is like blood, and the sun and moon slowly torture my life. I don't know that the blue sky is high and the yellow ground is thin. Only the cold moon and warm sun come to fry people's life. The Five Dynasties were a time of chaos and war. The dying poet carries a sword on his back, walking between the scorched earth and the setting sun, still holding the scabbard tightly even as he coughs out blood; She was the accompanying woman, carrying medicinal herbs in her hands, which not only saved his life, but also made him live longer. There is no justice in the world, the people are trapped in the desolate smoke, and corpses are everywhere. War and famine are everywhere, and people are in dire straits. The swordsman's back is like a shadow on the yellow ground, tortured repeatedly by the sun and moon. He held the sword and laughed softly: "The moon is cold and the sun is warm, and the fire is burning people's lives." She looked at him and understood that companionship itself was torture. This is a story about the setting sun, swords and people. Blood dries up in the dust, and love becomes mute in troubled times. In the end, all they can leave behind is a line of poetry in the wind. Purpose: Martial Arts and Justice