The Breeze Roars Across the Rivers and Lakes

The blood of the martial world, the love between men and women. The waves wash away true heroes, wandering at the edge of the world. A wandering swordsman, a cup of wine, two carefree breezes to forget it all. Love rises and falls; longing burns red. Who says love cannot be cruel? Beneath the cool moon, beauty is flushed with wine, and so many lovely moments vanish in an instant. Once love has taken root in the heart and begun to bloom, how could it ever leave so easily... If I could, I would trade three lifetimes of splendor for one chance to meet you in the next!