In a troubled world, heroes can't stand still and fight to the death. In this prosperous age, although singing and dancing bring peace, the smiles fade and the wine is hard to finish. Frost and snow are coming, why should we be afraid?
The night is dark. The crowds were noisy.
Drowning in mundane colors.
Drifting along with the silent wind in the dark night.
----------Preface to Wen Chi