Sometimes,
We will look forward to an ordinary life
Sometimes,
We will long for a simple life
Sometimes,
We will always fantasize so naively
if if,
You are not the cursed general with purple eyes
I'm not a blue-haired, heartless water monster.
If if,
So what will be our ending?
Hold your hand and grow old together.
Seems like just a fantasy.
The blood rains and wind flies on the battlefield,
Trust and distrust are only separated by a thin layer of window paper.
Why didn't we find it?
At that time, I just thought it was ordinary.