The clear night is free of dust.
The moonlight shines like silver.
When pouring wine, fill the cup to the brim.
Fame and fortune are fleeting, vainly wearing us down.
Like a colt glimpsed through a crack, a spark struck from stone, a body in a dream.
Shen Guan came as the rain cleared, alone in the light. His heart was as pure as ice and snow, his inner and outer selves crystal clear.
He carried a Thousand Autumns sword and pointed it straight at the foremost figure on the jade steps.
