The Retired Life of a Killer

Flying with Sword The rivers and lakes are far away, the ground is full of dead bones, and corpses are lying thousands of miles away. I hold my sword and want to fly, penetrating the nine layers of the sky, Look at the clouds and smoke like the sea, look at the wind and dust no longer coming, Look at this heroic spirit, look at this grandeur, look at how big this life is! There is only boundless pain, only out-of-reach redemption, Only walking in the rivers and lakes is the eternal path of no return. I am sad and happy, I am in pain, I smile bitterly, and I hesitate. Rush into the sky and watch your sword flutter, You frown, you smile, you turn around, you look back, They are all hurdles that I cannot overcome in this life, and bridges that I cannot cross. What's the use of leaving me alone? Who can see my pain again. I look at this vast land, but I can't see you. I laugh at the world's infatuated prodigal, and I also laugh at myself. Jianghu has no intention, if I lose you, I will never see you again. What's the use of flying with a sword? The nine layers of the sky turn into smoke, If you don't see the waves in the sea, if you don't see the wind and dust, if you don't see how this life will end! What's the use of leaving me alone? (Unfinished)