The thoughts of eternal frost turn in an instant into the pain of longing.
Greed born from the deepest fears within.
Grudges unchanged for sixty million years, and memories belonging to nothing at all.
When this eternal ice reshapes heaven and earth.
When this lava boils up to the firmament.
Flowers wither.
Countless gods are tempered.
Raise a cup of murky wine to toast a thousand miles, but alas...
Amid every helpless sorrow, I could not keep my beloved by my side.
Following Mu Chen through desolate lands, only the cosmos remains, with all its trials.
Wandering through the ages, reflecting, as if a drop in the ocean.
Tragic, helpless, hateful, hesitant.
Within a smile, only memories of these millions of years remain.
The mortal world drifts, countless and indistinct; I spend my life in silent obscurity.
The lights of life flicker, with no way to stop them; I wander through the pain of passing years.
I kept myself pure and true all my life, but alas, I could not make you stay.
Yin Chen remains in my heart.
May it never end.
Goodbye, Mu Linyin If I have the chance, I will re-open a new book and use it as a template to renew my memory.