Five hundred years after the death of the goddess.
When the bell of Jinghe Temple rang again, the wind disturbed the bamboo leaves, and I saw your clear eyes again.
Going back two hundred floors to the ninth floor made me dazzled.
In the weird and eerie three-step procession, Qingnv's warning is accompanied by the ringing of bells one after another.
In the mysterious realm of Xuanxu, the dim light from the sky illuminates the greedy soul.
They have been peaceful for too long.
The water mirror in the middle of the mountain is no longer calm. You say: "This is the moon in the mirror and the flowers in the water."
But, senior sister, I will never get better again.
Intention: I want to remember you forever