Faxuan

The rain is wasted, in this life, the years are long and the youth's head is gray. The wind is full of hatred, the autumn mood is sad, and the light is turned on in the dream, which messes up the hero's path. As I walk through heaven and earth, I look at the joys and sorrows of the world, Even if there are monsters accompanying me, I can stir them up with my sword with my emotions, and return my turbidity and purity.