Drunken Sword

Martial arts are long, and you travel alone for me! Using a kitchen knife as a weapon, and a brush as a companion! Escape? Who am I to fight for?
A kitchen knife to make delicious food.
A paintbrush, copying your life as a painting;
Dressed in green, dyed a tree;
Two sleeves breezes the breeze, tells the peerless elegance.
I remembered that there was a figure that was worth pursuing. I remembered that there was a place waiting for my return! There was once such a promise. I will wait for you to be crowned and be crowned! Drunk eyes of the world, but I vaguely returned you to the vast sea of stars, I tracked your footprints