Let's embark on a journey, for I am the breeze. We will meet again, no matter how far along the road. Life has just begun, and maybe the whole world can be my home.
I often travel during storms, which means my eyes are often blinded by the rain. Many times, I couldn't even see what was right in front of me.
Come driving rain or winds that churn, I shall return, by blade alone, armed, if barefoot, to my home.
I love it when it snows. The world falls completely silent... and I can sleep undisturbed.
So long as I have my blade by my side, there is nowhere I cannot go.
As one travels the world, sorrows and frustrations are bound to journey with you.
Perhaps you should get some rest? A weary mind is a recipe for flavorless food.
Your cooking not only fills the stomach, it also soothes my soul.
I never stay in a single place for very long. Stagnancy dulls both my connection with nature and the blade I wield. While I am still able to, I want to travel far and wide and meet all sorts of different people.
Wherever in this world I roam, I carry memories of my home.
This blade... it is the last link I have to the land of my birth.
This blade... it is the last link I have to the land of my birth.
Farewell, dear gulls, please calm your cries. From this day forth, I am a wanderer once more.
Compared to the storms I've encountered out at sea, this is really quite tame.
I gaze up at the moon and lend my ear to the gentle breeze, with wine in my cup and peace in my heart... have a wonderful evening!
