Don't Stop Drinking

There are no footprints at the end of the immortal road, only the remaining sword standing in the sky. Traveling across the nine heavens in search of old dreams, the return is already empty. Don't ask about immortality or death, one thought will bring flowers to bloom and another will end. The sky and the earth are saddened by the death of Dao, and the stars and rivers roll back into dust. Once powerful for three thousand miles, it was finally buried in nothingness. With a remnant soul and half an old sword, I walked alone in the wind and snow to find out the path to immortality.