A Long Night in the Fire

The darkness in the human heart is like a surging river, rolling in endlessly. I want to use the three-foot green blade in my hand to cut off the darkness in this world. Even if people speak lightly, they should spare no effort. When the cold wind blows away the dark clouds, the light of the rising sun will last forever. My sword is only for the truth of the world; my sword is only for killing the heartless people in the world. I have a sword that comes from the sky and penetrates the sun and the moon without mercy. The breeze cooks wine and talks about heroes, but there are no immortals in the world.