Looking for Traces of the Remaining Road and Recrossing It

The broken sword cracks the frost, but after a thousand tribulations it still persists; A lonely soul lives in the world, traced in one place and reincarnated again. The road is broken, the evening is dark, and I have traveled all over the mountains and seas without meeting you; The silver is safe, the music is happy, and the stars are broken and the jade is shattered, and then I go on the road again. The bloodstains condense the old hatred, and the light of the quiet sea covers the past, Use your body as a sacrifice and your soul as a contract, Even if there is no recovery, I will go to the human world for another journey.