It's fate that's reincarnating, as familiar as an illusion
Fire burned through the sky and the stars poured out
Horse hooves trample fallen leaves, leaving endless corners in all directions
The blood rolls down to the dust like that flash of beauty
The years that are too far away, the eyebrows and eyelashes that cannot be seen clearly
At the end of the memory, the wind is still biting
The buried bones and blood have long since sunk in the night
The things that have passed away are cold and the things that are drifting are still unfinished