Chronicles of the Love Sword and Blossom Scars

It was a soaring song, impassioned from beginning to end.

It was a beautiful tale, fated from start to finish.

It was a pair of swords, raised or lowered, bound by love and resentment.

Who cares about love and hatred? What do those famous masters matter?

Now is the time for bold words. Bring me a bowl, and let's drink it down!

We won't stop until we're drunk, we won't stop until we're drunk.

The long road must eventually end. When we meet, let us embrace; when we part, let us see each other off.