The blizzard howls, cherry blossoms scatter, who dances beneath the tree, exuding elegance?
In her red attire, she cascades like jade, with one glance back, no painting on Earth compares.
Snow whirls erratically, and as cherry petals rain down, who is it that gracefully dances under the cherry tree, displaying peerless grace?
She, clothed in red, accentuating her enchanting figure, turns her head in a moment, feeling as though the world has lost its color.
The way of the sword and blade, questioning the sky above, in solitude who warms the tides of the heart?
Battling for a lifetime, overlooking the world, but on meeting her, even the path to becoming an Immortal Emperor seems laughable.
He pursues the path of sword and shadow, reaching for the heavens, yet in the stillness of the night, who can understand his lonely soul?
A lifetime of combat, his gaze commanding the globe, yet in that instant he met her, everything felt insignificant.
