Looking back, the green lantern shrouded his back, determined
Two lines of clear tears streamed down
forget,
Forget that bloody city,
Forget the pride of overlooking the wind and clouds,
Forgot to drink together under the moon,
Singing in front of the forgotten building,
Forget all memories.
The long sword thrust out
This life, past lives, born out of love, sorrow, sorrow, and hatred.
Hating you is not like Jiang Louyue, north and south, east and west, north and south, east and west, we can only follow each other without separation.
Hating you is like the moon in the river. It is full but still losing money. When it is full, it is still losing money. When will we be reunited?