The Yin Festival in the old city has been rotten for twenty years;
Every old thing is eating people, every alley is claiming lives.
I survived by death reset,
He also kept his own memory by sacrificing others again and again.
They said I was an alien, a demon, and a devil who would not save me.
But they can't see the temperature that is taken away from my brain every time I look back.
He could not see the last bit of humanity in my eyes, and he would have died countless deaths long ago.
I am picking up relics in this rotten world,
What I am picking up is not old things, but the rest of my own life which has been incomplete for a long time.
All living beings are corrupt, but I alone live.
