Heavenly Gang

What is love in this world, that one would pledge life and death for it

How much entanglement, how much love and hate, how much joy and sorrow resides in the heart

Life is a matter of chance, death is a matter of fate, why must everything be arranged by heaven? My destiny is determined by me, not by heaven

Drawing my sword and letting out a long howl, I raise my head and curse: "Damn you, old heavens! I vow not to rest until I settle this with you"

Wielding a long sword, riding a rainbow, skillfully wielding it with ease, yet observing the world, who is the true hero