I will always remember the night when she left, with the fading grass and waning moon, and the dusk scene and waning snow. That night she hugged me tightly for the first and only time, and that was the eternal mark she left on me.
If God gives me a chance to be reborn, I will definitely find her and spend my whole life reviving her happiness.
I will always remember the loneliness and sadness in his eyes when I left. The residual wind blew away the tears in his eyes and scraped off the beauty of his brows. Those are traces that cannot be erased even by the passage of time.
If God gives me a chance to come back, I will always guard him and never leave him.
Our encounter is destined to be a destiny, a bond and entanglement of blood.
Hate, love, understand, and then gradually understand.
When we meet again, I will definitely pick up the blood sacrifice in my hand and kill him, kill him.
Our separation is an unavoidable disaster in fate. There is frost in her eyes that I can never melt away. Even if she smiles, she still looks like a child.
When we meet again, I will definitely tell her that I love her, love her, love her.
When they meet in the afterglow of the setting sun, when the sun rises slowly from the misty night, the chapter of blood comes to an end...