Where the Wind Returns

The world is huge. Some people seek fame, some seek profit, and some only seek revenge. No thanks. He is just a young man carrying an old sword and wearing an old shirt. I don't know why my sword is always looked at more than once, and I don't know that my word "thank you" kept many people awake at night twenty years ago. Some people keep him because they are nostalgic. Some people killed him because they were afraid that the past would happen again. Some of the people he met died on the way, some became old enemies, and some just escaped the rain all night in the same ruined temple. He rarely talks about the past and doesn't like to inquire about other people's futures. Someone later said in the world that thanking you for this life is like a wind that never looks back. But where the wind comes from and where it goes back, no one can tell.