The starving have no food to fill their bellies, and the freezing have no clothes to cover their bodies.
Common folk are as lowly as weeds, yet like weeds, they cannot be burned away completely. When the spring breeze blows, they grow again.
Though I, Li Ye, have neither food nor clothing, and am an unremarkable man without virtue or talent, my passion and my struggle will never cease.
Noble houses, aristocratic clans, lords and princes, martial arts sanctuaries... so what?
If one day I achieve my lofty ambitions, I dare laugh that Huang Chao was no true hero!
