This is a really cheating message with my dear ones, please don't let it go.
On July 7th, in the Hall of Eternal Life, no one was whispering in the middle of the night.
I wish to be a winged bird in the sky, and a twig on the ground.
I just sigh that the oath of eternal love is still in my ears, but it is a dream that has turned away in vain.
Conception: