Tales of the Jianghu

Borrow a sprinkle of starlight from the heavens high, To light the hurried steps on rugged paths passing by. Borrow a sliver of winter’s chill yet warming ray, To melt the biting cold of this vast world away. Borrow a jar of murky wine, with sorrows intertwined, Carrying a heart full of grief, toward distant lands aligned. Borrow from time a fleeting moment, fists held tight, To question all the trials of life, with all my might.