Departure
With sword in hand, I circle the empty cup,
My song ends, it's time to leave and give up.The west wind carries
snowflakes in the air,
Where to repay the kindness, I'm unaware.
Courageous death is a common affair,
Petty grievances aren't worth a care.
Memories churn like the waters of Yi,
Shattering my heart, making me flee. |