A Man of the Jianghu

What kind of people are these?

They’re a rowdy bunch, a bunch who think they’re better than everyone else.

The brothers we ran wild with back in the day.

When our youth had passed and we looked back, some familiar faces were nowhere to be seen.

Some had gone far away, some had faded into silence, and some were still eating from the same communal pot.

Why?

Because the road we took was one we could never turn back from.