The cold smoke condenses on the frosty moon, and the sparse shadows reflect the clear brilliance.
The fan dances in the wind like a blade, and the sword song feels like returning home in a dream.
The grievances and grievances in the world are far away, and the feelings are secretly growing.
Hand in hand on the journey to the end of the world, relying on each other to fly drunkenly.
Intention: Be by your side