Don't Wait to Miss Me Until You Grow Old

The battlefield shrouded in residual blood, arrows piercing the sky passed by, The bow I made, the arrow I taught, finally passed through my heart. The melodious singing, passing through the deep forest, breaks in rashly The poison you poisoned and the poison you planted have become a dream that you dare not enter even in life or death. Silent determination does not require confession, There is no need to respond even if you turn around cruelly I spent all my life playing a scene of liquidation