Tell me, are there really gods in this world?
In the world today, Heaven's order has crumbled, the land lies dark, and all under heaven teeters on the brink. In this troubled age, a young boy sets out, still unaware, on the journey fate has laid before him...
Half a scroll of passion, half a scroll of madness, poems fill the pages, each one steeped in sorrow.
Drunk, I gather the stars, while autumn waters turn cold. When will my spirit rise, when will my madness run wild?
Ten years at the cold window. Why strive to make a name throughout the world?
I only hope that this time, my youth will not have been in vain.
