He is the proud son of heaven, and so is he;
When I was young, I was shocked and destined to come to this life;
For him, he learned the art of power, he learned to kill, and he paved a way for him to reach the top;
He is his king,
He loves him.
He ascended the throne according to his will,
He looked at them at an increasing distance;
It's becoming increasingly impossible to fill,
How could he love him?
When I suddenly look back,
It turns out that this life
Our happiness is, after all, just a dream of regret.