Long Night Through the Flames

The darkness in people's hearts is like a surging river, rolling on without end.

With the three-foot sword in my hand, I will cut through the darkness of this world.

Though my voice may carry little weight, I will spare no effort.

When the cold wind scatters the clouds, the sun's rays will always shine upon all living things.

My sword is drawn only for the truth of this world; my sword strikes down the heartless across the land.

I have a sword that descends from the heavens, piercing sun and moon without mercy.

Over wine in the breeze, we debate heroes, yet no immortals can be found in this world.