Scar

My crimson robes turn to clouds and smoke, Lost in the wandering world, I know not the years. Sword fanatics and blade madmen, the world's a chaotic scene, Now I cast off this mantle from my shoulders. I've tread a thousand mountains, yet none recognize me, In vain was I once tied to fame's embrace. The east wind awakens the hero's dream, Smiling at the green mountains and the myriad heavens. Love fallen to the mortal realm, my heart has died, With blade in hand and sword embraced, I end my life.