Some love is like a paper kite with its thread cut off, with a tragic ending that leaves the thread in the hand
Some hatred is like a circle, and there is no end to retribution.
Just to fulfill a long-cherished wish, how much blood will be sacrificed?
Words of loyalty, lies that deceive oneself and others
Some feelings come back after suffering, the moon is shining in the window
Some hatred is hidden but silent, turning the wind and snow into swords
Just to fulfill a long-cherished wish, how to distinguish between evil and good in chaos
Flying sand and wolf smoke will mess me up, only to add to my sorrow