The heart of the ancient sword Qi-Tan is so close to each other.

In the night, the old courtyard, the wooden door, the candles, the cold-faced swordsmen in their robes pushed into the door, and the light fell on the old woman's back, and she looked back at him, with her lips bending, the swordsman coming near, her fingers shrouding, her hands clung, her shoulders entangled, the woman reclined, her hands turned around, her back, her hands rounded, her ears rolled in her whispers, her palms slided on her back, and the chords twitched, while the two of them staggered, the candles swayed, the tumbled, the twirled, and the twitched, and the twirth of the old sword's chords, the twirth.