[The steps are quiet, the sleeves are not stained by the wind, and the spring and autumn are calm.
Traveling to Qianfeng, the immortal way has become commonplace, so there is no need to talk about swords. ]
This sentence, which was used as a joke back then, now comes from Longsu's mouth, and it has been repeated thousands of times, but it has a slightly lingering flavor. As far as the eye can see, there is the vast blue sky, which remains unchanged through the ages.
... Tomorrow, will you and I still have the opportunity to drink wine and discuss swords like this? The road in the rivers and lakes is dangerous, and it will last forever.
When I think about this, I feel that the artistic conception in that sentence is even more bleak. A breath of depression swirled in my chest, a feeling of sadness that couldn't be driven away.