My Martial World

My martial arts world is a bit intoxicated—there is no wine, yet I remain perpetually half-dreaming and half-awake.
Having wasted half a lifetime, my blade has long since rusted.
Until I met her, and my heart stirred.
Pity that rivers and mountains meet again, yet human life knows no permanent reunions.
Once stirred, it consumed the entire second half of my life.
The vast desert, the long river, the boundless sea, the snowy plains...
My blade was sharpened once more, and amidst the whirling shadows of steel, not a single enemy could withstand a single blow!
Dressed in white surpassing the snow, with a delicate face like springtime, with just a single glance back, she intoxicated the mortal world.
I sheathed my blade, a trace of blood suddenly appearing across her slender neck. Suddenly, a torrential rain of blood filled the sky as she smiled bitterly yet brilliantly!
"If there is an afterlife, when you see me, kill me!"
I nodded in silence and turned away. For the next sixty years, the martial arts world was no longer a martial arts world!

While sitting through a class with my child, I watched a martial arts film. Ah, what a pity that my writing lacks the strength to pen the martial arts world within my heart.
As people grow old, the martial arts world seems to age as well, and even the woman I loved has grown old.
How I wish I could be ten years younger!

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