He is the king of the night,
Falling into the abyss of despair,
There is no recovery,
But he was reborn from it,
She is the goddess of light,
Born in the center of hope,
Bright as moonlight,
But singing in loneliness,
The intersection of fate,
blood red wild rose,
Snow-colored flowers from the other side,
red and white,
blood and snow,
Was it her who followed him into Suyuan?
Or is he accompanying her towards hope?