Drink, .25 1TEAM Cavalry Assemble, Battle Drums and Horns...... Bitcoin, come down, come down Hurry up M-head formation O-shaped main general sweeping the board, move forward again, the army presses down, M-head can break the formation Sword light and shadow are not our sect

The sky is vast, and I have my style
With both hands pushing, neither black nor white
Not 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
Lip and tongue swords don't suit my stance
The sky is vast, and I have my style
With both hands pushing, neither false nor real
Neither slow nor fast, no victory, so where is defeat
If there's no movement, how can there be stillness
No sword in hand, dust in my heart, that is my true spirit