With one easy stroke of your sword, you claimed all under heaven, then turned away with such flair. I staked my life on the mark I drew, yet I never did get to see you come and claim it.
The world is ever-changing. Wherever there are people, there is the jianghu, and people themselves are the jianghu. But where are you? I searched for you in a past life, but found nothing.
The flashes of blades and swords have faded; the grudges of the jianghu have receded into the distance. I find myself longing for those bleak years once held in my hands, for that brilliant jianghu, and for all those people I once loved and hated. Let those whose hearts still belong to the jianghu keep dreaming their jianghu dreams.
Sister, I miss you so much. Come back, Sister.
Come on!! I support you~