The desolate winds blow to the point of being painful— Who is the one beginning to stir restlessly? The lengthy night, the swaying lanterns— Who is the one singing in praise of the light?
The heartless person's love runs as deep as the sea. The hand cast from iron smashes the heavens. The person who chases after lives comes and goes like the wind. The cold-blooded sword cuts open the vast sky.
Between heaven and earth, the wind rises and the clouds surge. [I] only wish to share the same destiny [as you], together in life and in death. Love and hate seem illusory and empty. [I] only want to say: take care.
Take care.
The desolate winds blow to the point of being painful— Who is the one beginning to stir restlessly? The lengthy night, the swaying lanterns— Who is the one singing in praise of the light?
The heartless person's love runs as deep as the sea. The hand cast from iron smashes the heavens. The person who chases after lives comes and goes like the wind. The cold-blooded sword cuts open the vast sky.
Between heaven and earth, the wind rises and the clouds surge. [I] only wish to share the same destiny [as you], together in life and in death. Love and hate seem illusory and empty. [I] only want to say: take care.
The wind dried wound still hurts. [I] hide the hardships and tears inside [my] heart. [I] look at the mighty aspirations that are noble in spirit like the rainbow, [and I] use hot blood to hold a memorial for the heroes. To hold a memorial for the heroes.