Falling blossoms stir a heart full of sorrow. Today I hide my tears. How can anyone forget what happened, or dare to love so recklessly? Alone, I ponder in silence. Flames leap high; astride a swift steed, I grip a spear wound with coiling dragons. On the orchid-covered ridge, the battlefield lies desolate.
I touch the wound that has just fallen upon me. The strings of the zither ring out, smoke of war stretches on. I lay claim to the vastest expanse of land, consumed by loneliness and regret, drunk as I await the moonlight...
Not bad, not bad Come on~ Sofa first