The gods and demons are no more, the sword fairy has passed away.
The sword is only for the world.
Traveling hand in hand, enjoying grudges, success or failure, how many people can see through it?
The prosperity is gone and the past is long gone.
Look back.
But I beg you to look back.
Across the vast streets, a small boat floats in the mist.
Spring flowers and autumn moon, accompanied by thin wine, can relieve sorrow?
There is only wine today, and you will not stop until you get drunk.
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