Wu Yao, Wu Rao.
Without women, there is no lasciviousness.
Every time I complete something in my heart, I know that I am one step closer to death.
I pushed myself into the abyss of death.
But I am not afraid. When the blood stains the pear blossoms, I know that I will never have happiness in this life.
If there is a next life, I just hope that you will no longer be you and I will no longer be me.
The you who is not you, and the me who is not me, will definitely be happy in the next life.
If I hadn't met you in the first place, wouldn't I be sad anymore? But, if I hadn't met you, would I still be the complete me?