Where does my sword go? Love and hate are so difficult to love.
My knife cuts through the sky. I don't understand right or wrong.
I'm drunk and it's all hazy. Gratitude and resentment are illusions or nothing.
I woke up from a spring dream, life and death, everything became empty
We come in a hurry, we go in a hurry, we wish we could meet again
Love is also in a hurry, hate is also in a hurry, everything goes with the wind
Laugh wildly, sigh and live a happy life
A life of sorrow, who will share life and death with me?
Purpose: To generate electricity for love