Bijian Tenderness

The edge of the sword is like falling flowers flying, and my tenderness is hard to move away. If we cannot love each other forever, we will waste so many fleeting years. Your beauty, your face, has always been lingering in front of my eyes. Your love and your hatred have always filled your heart. The flowers fall by themselves, the water flows by itself, and the most tender and lingering sword. The jade lotus is swaying in the clear blue lake, and the black boat is gone in the misty rain. The rain hits the banana leaves, and the banana leaves dissolve the rain. I ask you, why do you never understand me? A paragraph of words and a few strings of the piano cannot sing the song to the heart of a daughter in the world. A love, a few glasses of sake, there is no limit to the heroic love in the world. The wind, frost, rain, snow, the light of the sword, the shadow of the sword, we will be with you for the rest of your life without any regrets.