Snow falls on the cliff, and he sacrifices his life to give her life;
The moon was shining brightly in the tent, and she spent ten years looking for him.
Old friends become enemies. The king of hell has no intention and only misses the old kindness.
Ten years of obsession, an inch of lovesickness, thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.
The snow on the cliff is not cold yet, the moon is still bright in the tent, I will wait for you.
