The flowers and willows are like Yi, those decades of bloody storms, Shinto magic, hundreds of ghosts, and the earth is red. There is a blood-devouring long sword in the hand, and the wailing of countless evil spirits under the sword.
The setting sun is like blood, the moon and stars shine, the dark wind blows on my sleeves, and the sword pierces the eternal heat.
Love and mistakes, love and ruthlessness, morality and justice...
Thousands of battles in the world of mortals, in the troubled world, the bloody kite is roaming freely——
Like flowers in the mirror and the moon in the water, like flowers falling and mist scattering...
Intention: