[The Four Great Constables] A Dream of Swords

My sword: Where should I go? Love and hate, a heart that can't love just one. My blade: It cuts through the sky. Right and wrong, understood and misunderstood. I'm drunk: Everything is hazy. Gratitude and resentment, illusion or emptiness. I wake: A spring dream. Life and death, all comes to nothing. We come in a hurry, leave in a hurry, regretting that we never met. Love comes in a hurry, hate comes in a hurry, everything goes with the wind. A wild laugh, a long sigh, a life of joy. A life of sorrow. Who will share life and death with me? Theme: Creating for the love of it