The storm is stirring and the smoke is rising. Whoever uses this world as a chess game, and who goes through fire and water to become your guest.
Troubled times, turbulent hearts, turbulent destiny. Right and wrong, grudges and grudges are never clear. I only know that thousands of miles of mountains and rivers do not understand the suffering of ordinary people, and I only know that there is no place for you and me in the thousands of feet of mortal world.
Run away and come back. The dust has settled and the clouds have cleared. Do you and I still know each other?