A cup of wine with peach and plum spring breeze, and a light in the rainy night in the rivers and lakes for ten years.
A unique and famous sword appeared out of nowhere, a past that was as sad as leaving a song, a bitter hatred in the world, and only oneself knows whether it is good or bad. In those days when books and swords were scattered and swords and blood were shining, the only thing I could do was love you.
——The earth collapses and the mountains are destroyed, but they are not destroyed even if they die.