Traveling far and wide with your sword, rejoicing in your grudges, you write your legend in your world.
Standing against the railing, lightly smelling the fragrance of flowers, I spend my time slowly in my small pavilion.
You are in the martial arts world without any hindrance, but you have experienced swords and swords, life and death.
I tasted wine and made tea in the small pavilion, and I also took time to watch the flowers blooming and falling, and the clouds rolled and relaxed.
You always have too much energy and too much trouble, but you never tire of it.
I have too much leisure and too much time, but I never feel bored.
You said that you would take me to see the great rivers and mountains and all kinds of life. When you are tired, you will go back to the small pavilion, taste wine and make tea, listen to the rain and admire the flowers.
I smiled and agreed, never thinking that one day we would be separated forever.