Moon Marks and Tears

The wind howled, sleeves fluttered, and swords swirled around like rain. Pull out the sheath, the hair will fly, close your eyes and wave it out, others will shed tears. He dominates the world with his sword, lives his life in cold blood, and does not seek understanding from others. Unintentional, hurtful. Without love, love is intoxicating. Ruthless, love begets love. The seven emotions and six desires are exhausted, and the long sword is forged, without heart, without love, and without mercy. Hold my sword in your arms and know my heart. The disputes in the rivers and lakes are only because of love. My sword is as cold as my heart.