In my previous life, a drop of your blood gave me life, and I was ranked among the immortals. In this life, I will be stained with blood for you.
The misty lone phoenix holds a flute in its mouth, living and dying for you.
In troubled times, we are drifting apart, and I will risk my life to avenge your shame and create a new dynasty for you.
You have survived the tribulation and soared, but I am still floating in this mortal world.
When discussing history, my name and yours are never the same. This is the end of you and me.
History is only the history of people, and the volume of heavenly book submerged behind it will be slowly revealed from now on...