Swordsman Chivalrous Love

The wind and snow are merciless, but the heater remains the same. Listen quietly to the rustling sound and drink the wine from the cup quietly. The sword is hidden in the darkness, without any edge. Hope that the past is all in vain, do not be bound by love, and do not be blinded by hatred. Unfortunately, things are unpredictable, and the sword is held tightly again. Blood spurts out, the body hurts, and the heart hurts even more. Stumbling along the way, fantasizing about flowers blooming, fantasizing about meeting each other. The flowers bloom simply and can be seen when looking down. It is difficult to meet each other, and we are lonely for thousands of miles. I only wish for a long song to praise the feeling of lovesickness. Swallowing a pot of turbid wine can dissolve the sorrow in your heart. When you look up, you don't see the world, but when you look down, you can see the worldly world, mixed with love and hatred. The long sword spilled blood, and stains stained his lapel. Hatred is easy to dissolve, but love is hard to form. The light of the sword is the shadow of a sword, and the sleep of a lonely pillow is sweet.