Who Thinks of the West Wind and Is Alone in the Cold

There is sun in the west and sunset. There is coolness in the west and the wind is blowing. There is sadness in the west, drinking alone. There is a road to the west and it is boundless. There is Ting in the west, with ripples scattered. There is a dream in the west, misty. There is no more king in the west, I am sad... Concept: A tragic story of a sword-wielding heroine