During the reign of Emperor Renzong, the long-lost Golden Goblet Inscription reappeared in the martial world. Unreadable words, ambitions that could never be realized, and bloody, violent battles: there was no escaping the chaos we had written into our lives. Our meeting was fated, as was our parting. When the storms passed, all that remained were wounds, still as vivid as ever.
A heart filled with righteous spirit,
A wind of freedom sweeping a thousand miles,
Yet who could have known when this drifting life would end?
Watching the clouds roll across the sky,
Only, we no longer walk side by side, no longer know each other,
No longer together.
It turns out some sorrows can never be put into words. Say no more.
Mo Yan
No, it's well written, but it's a bit messy and I didn't understand many parts.