Nine Heavens War God

However, the world was free and unfettered, and the autumn wind swept the fallen leaves like knives. There are many forks in the road, up the hill, the road is stretching. Wandering freely, tears are hard to stop. Wind, flowers, snow, and moon flew away in the afterlife. There is always a time to gather and part, laugh at the common people, sad, no regret. Beauty in my arms, my sword in my heart.