Sunai Weiyang. Jueyang disperses the mourning in the empty city
In the ink-colored wind, the prosperity of the past faded.
The chaos. The chaos. These things that I once fought for with my life and fought to the death collapsed into an empty city in an instant.
Right and wrong, sorrow and sorrow. In the end, they are no match for the warmth of your smile.
The setting sun is faint. It fades away and my heart is as sad as brocade turns to ashes.