A mysterious figure at the window, traces of blue ink on rice paper

　　A hidden dragon with azure scales, breaking through the array of gods and demons

　　Listening to the Buddhist chants of an ancient temple, transforming into a bluestone to suppress the gods

　　Demons and spirits sigh at a wisp of pure soul

　　Laugh at my reckless life, relying only on a three-foot blade

　　A thousand years of waiting, watching the autumn rain fall