[Legend of Sword and Fairy IV] Calm the Storm

"Settling the Waves: I Often Envy the Jade-Carver of This World" (Su Shi)

I often envy the jade-carver of this world, blessed by Heaven with a girl as delicate as pastry. He sings his own songs, her pearly teeth carry them far. The wind rises, snow flies, and the blazing sea turns cool.

Returning from a journey of ten thousand li, he looks younger than before. He smiles, and his smile still carries the fragrance of plum blossoms from the southern hills. I ask, "Was Lingnan not a pleasant place?" He answers, "Wherever my heart is at peace, that is my home."

Has Heaven Failed Me? Xuan Xiao

Song: "The Tale of Ice Chrysanthemums"

Lyrics: Hen Zui (Flowers and Willows Like You)

Dedicated to Xuan Xiao from "The Legend of Sword and Fairy 4"

He points his sword to the sky, a breeze gathers his wide sleeves

At ease among the clouds, drifting through a thousand autumns

He lifts his brows and smiles, raising his wine to the wind, dark hair scattered

One wrong move, and the whole game is lost

Heaven has failed me, so I would rather become a demon

Let love, hatred, and madness all come to an end

From the Yellow Springs to the blue skies, I reign in all my splendor

When I look back, heaven and earth are mine

Why, why spend a lifetime obeying the heavens?

A hundred years from now, our beauty faded, our hair white

Better, better to cast aside a river of sorrow

Come beneath the moon, raise your cup with me

He smiles, and the bright moon hangs in the open sky

He swings his sword, and none dare disobey

Alas, ten years sealed in ice

I hate that Heaven has failed me

Across the distant blue skies, who is as passionate as I?

Heaven has failed me, so I would rather become a demon

Across the endless Yellow Springs, better to return, better to end it all

At the end of the country lane, a thatched cottage stands in the distance

He smiles, and the bright moon hangs in the open sky

He swings his sword, and none dare disobey

Alas, ten years sealed in ice

I hate that Heaven has failed me

Why, why spend a lifetime obeying the heavens?

A hundred years from now, our beauty faded, our hair white

Better, better to cast aside that river of idle sorrow

Return beneath the moon, raise your cup with me