Drink, Bitcoin is coming down, coming down, quick! The sword light and shadow are not our sect's style.

The sky is vast and the sea is wide, showcasing my grace.
With a push of both hands, neither black nor white.
Neither good nor bad, no victory, so where is defeat?
If I don't go, how can I come?
No sword in hand, dust in my heart, that is my true spirit.
Go with the flow, ride the wind, that is my true spirit.
Verbal sparring does not suit my demeanor.
The sky is vast and the sea is wide, that is my grace.
With a push of both hands, neither false nor real.
Neither slow nor fast, no victory, so where is defeat?
If I don't move, how can there be stillness?
No sword in hand, dust in my heart, that is my true spirit.