Undercurrents surge and things change,
Join hands to protect each other.
The young eagle spreads its wings to catch the wind and clouds,
Shock the world and move all directions.
The gods above the nine heavens appeared,
The pomp and circumstance show the tricks.
The light ahead and the abyss behind,
Reach for the stars and embrace the moon to set the chords of the sky.
[Original high martial arts, no cp]
Mission: Created out of love