I love you and offer my heart, but I haven't done it for half my life
White clouds and bright moon
A lonely guest with a sword
I've been on hundreds of mountains, but I'm not defeated
No one left me out in the cold
Full of true love
*See flying knife again, ah
More cold and proud in the white light
In my heart, I have all kinds of love
Who knows the trouble
Through the fire in the cold night, may the fire of love grow higher and higher
But no broken wood, no dead grass
The cold wind blows into my heart
*See flying knife again, ah
More cold and proud in the white light
In my heart, I have all kinds of love
Who knows the trouble
Through the fire in the cold night, may the fire of love grow higher and higher
But no broken wood, no dead grass
The cold wind blows into my arms
But no broken wood, no dead grass
The cold wind blows into my arms
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