Play the piano, shocking the world
The sword comes out to challenge the world
When the wind of many years blows down the wall of time again, who is sighing?
Prosperity, decadence, love and hatred, everything is just a flash in the pan, like a dream.
Thousands of years have passed, just like a blink of an eye.
Who still remembers who? All that is left is just a light dust, floating in the wind...