Thousands of Miles of Lonely Singing

In troubled times, one person and one sword move forward alone. The name of the sword is "Gu Ming", and the man is just like the sword - silent, cold, standing alone in the smoke and blood. Nothing can support him except a heavy promise. For it, he stood up from the ruins, broke out from the chase, and walked step by step from the fog to the unknown distance. Swords and people are equally lonely. The sword does not know where to return to its sheath, nor does one know where it will go after the promise is fulfilled. But the road is still under our feet, so we can only keep walking.