[Shao Ai-Centered] A Tribute to the Wind: Fleeting Glimmers

The mountains are faint, the clouds are faint; may the storms from all eight directions cease tonight.

Love is faint, hatred is faint; in this fleeting dream of the mortal world, let us roam free.

The river roars, beacon fires beckon; when spirits rise, set aside the wine, zither, and flute.

We laugh at worldly ways, yet are left alone; who will preserve our lofty ambitions in the evening glow?

Mu Adai, I miss you.

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