Zhu Ming Lu

When I wake up, I forget everything about my past. But that always lingers in my mind ... What? When the sword light passed through my eyes, I understood. What can be cut off is hatred, What is endless is fate. If time goes back, Those intertwined vows, Those implicated bonds, Those hidden past events, At the moment when the sword sounds, All that's left is... Love This word. When everything is settled, Where does the light point? And the back figure I once chased, It has become unimportant.