A blood feud is worth feeding a ferocious beast, regardless of the cost, but is it worth making close friends and demons?
The heart-breaking hatred is exchanged for the pain of a broken sword, and the country is overturned, but are you still willing to stop from now on?
Should we put aside the past, forget about the past, sheath our swords, and listen to the mist and rain; or should we draw our swords and face each other, fighting to the death, with our eyes closed in the snow and our green shirts filled with blood?
The mountains are long and the water is far away. Let's see the young man riding his horse forward, grudges and grudges as they please, hand in hand. It's about fighting for dominance in the world with a sword, chaos in black and white,
Disturbing the peace of the world? Or abandon the sword and smile at the green mountains, forgetting the kindness and lingering in life and death?
Like flowers and beautiful family, time passes like a fleeting time, who is the scabbard of my sword to protect me in peace all my life?