I only remember your name.
The coolness of the past shot into the sky with an arrow. Today's heroic spirit is to walk through the wind and snow with a sword in hand.
The expressionless you who was left behind by the oath, and the you who revealed your true feelings after drinking under the crabapple flowers, with the fragrant evening breeze... Are too contradictory.
It doesn't matter if the sword doesn't smile or it doesn't matter if it's Chang'an under the moon, let's leave that name forever.
Conception: