Looking at the world of mortals with a smile, life has gone through several rounds. Even though we have vowed to each other at a young age, suddenly looking back, it is already empty and mist-shrouded. Could it be that looking at flowers in a dream, exhausting a decadent life, only sighs?
The frivolity of youth, the unruly wings, and what we once possessed only brought endless bitterness. Invite the bright moon, dance to clear the shadows, fade away the lead, and look at the world of mortals with a smile. ． ． ． ． ． ．