There are no ruins in the long night, but it is a pity that the rivers and seas cannot be crossed.
It is desolate under the moon, and the poor grass will wither forever.
The long flute plays quiet music, which is a sigh of relief for the sophistication of the world.
"Long bridge wave, three thousand peach blossoms, a shadow of a sword, the moon is not cold, the blade cuts through the sky, always upward, pursuing the light of the sky."
"I can stand side by side with you, but you should pursue your ambitions."
Intention: The blade cuts through the sky, always upward, pursuing the light of the sky.
