Frostfall Valley

Beneath the cold sky, wild horses thunder across the plains. Swords in hand, they charge toward the battlefield, burning with passion and courage, and no one turns back. Fragrance drifts through the mountain valley; shouts echo beyond the woods. Looking back, all I see is a storm of sand.

Life is full of hardship, and fate brings chaos and storms. I sit quietly before the door, watching red leaves, while the stream below the mountain runs shallow. Awake deep into the night, I remember the unbearable sorrow of years gone by. Night rain falls in the courtyard, cold mist filling the air.

My love for this world has not faded. I laugh through a life of shifting light and shadow, living quietly beyond the old city, speaking of past and present as time glows bright.