The Song That Shatters the Ten Thousand Skies

Have you not heard that those born in my generation are destined to contend for greatness? I say nothing, yet I shall roam the Eight Wastelands all my life. I have been bedridden for a whole year, tormented by nightmares every day. I have no memories, cannot cultivate, and am bullied by everyone. How can I compete for supremacy across the universe and attain the carefree path of doing as I please? The heavens and earth are my quilt and pillow; one sword pierces the clouds and cuts through the soul's desires. I have known many romances, yet none left their fragrance behind. I shall break through the ten thousand skies and sing of the mortal world. People often say that one must not read a fortune to its fullest, lest the Way of Heaven prove unpredictable. But I will break through the clouds of eternity anyway. To hell with the Way of Heaven!