Literary Edition
I will never forget what those people said to me. In the endless nothingness, the only thing that supports me is memories. Their laughter or sadness, reluctant to give up, lead me to find the most important things, but I regret why I didn't cherish them in the first place.
"Ink, you're mine!"
"If you were still you, could you forgive me?"
"I like taking care of you like this, are you willing to let me take care of you?"
Time has whitened the colors that belong to them, and the images left behind constantly repeat the regrets that were too late to express. INK, I love you.
Martial arts version
The light of swords and shadows of swords, the roar of the rivers and lakes.
Gratitude and resentment, I am free and happy
He, the leader of the Demon Cult! The soul that is divided and reborn is twisted.
He is the vicious doctor! The roundabout character is twisted.
He, the noble royal family! The underlying hidden nagging twists.
And he, wandering between black and white, wandering between good and evil. Like the wind that cannot be caught, like clouds swimming freely, it confuses the sight of three contemporary heroes.
The aspirations of mountains, lakes and rivers are not as good as a beautiful woman looking back and smiling.