Moon-Gazing Jianghu

A lifetime may span a hundred years. Long, it outlasts the mayfly; short, it leaves one ashamed to face the azure peaks. In the span of a morning or evening, where should the heart find its home? And where should the sword come to rest? My thoughts have no end as I drift across the waters in a light boat. I secretly tighten my grip on the green sword in my hand, set foot in the world, and seek the so-called path of the jianghu.