You probably don't know that Colorful Wei is also called Colorful Blood Wei, right? But this is no longer important.
Actually, I always knew you were using me. You gave up on me just because someone more valuable than me appeared. So this time, I don't want to cry. I wish you all the best.
Do I hate you? I don't hate it. I don't hate you for using me, nor do I hate you for not loving me. I just hate myself for not being able to eliminate the hatred and loneliness in your heart.
Do I hate you? I hate. I hate that you were so gentle to me and made me fall deeper and deeper into it.
I hope my blood can commemorate this desperate love that has been waiting for eleven years. Look at the eleven colorful bloodweeds swaying gently in the wind, how beautiful they are.
The fiery red leaves are burning so hot, why can't they melt your cold heart?
If we meet again in the next life, can I stay with you for the rest of my life?