沙暴冥想竹林拔剑的孤寂剑客时刻

风沙里坐禅，竹海里拔刀。 从废墟的晨光走到竹林的冷雾，他只是在等一个该结束的瞬间。

Meditating in a sandstorm, drawing a sword in a sea of bamboo. Walking from the morning light of the ruins to the cold mist of the bamboo forest, he was just waiting for the moment that should end.