Emperor of the Divine Meridians

Who can understand a man's heart, or know when his tears will fall and when his blood will spill? Even if gold lies beneath my knees, what harm is there in kneeling once for love? Who will hear a woman's tears as she leans by the window, gazing into the distance and waiting for her beloved? One sword pierces her lover's heart, amid pear blossoms and rain. What I portray is not the martial world, but myself… What I understand is not family love, but heartlessness…