The closest relatives, flesh and blood, because of the lamp cast by love, will it illuminate the way forward, or will it be dragged into the abyss?
The hair of a close relative is guided by blood and bound by the soul.
The essence in the bones, the marrow is lamp oil, burning the soul and reviving the soul
Bones and flesh are porcelain, blood is glaze, leading the way to the underworld
Don't be afraid, I will collect your bones for you
