The rivers and lakes are in chaos, and the country is full of cold blood.
I regard masks as toys and indifference as coolness. I don't love love and I don't admire glory.
You understand the joys, anger, sorrows, and separations; you are there.
After thousands of kalpas have gone through, I see all the fates gathering and dispersing, but the scarred heart is filled little by little because of you.
My life is a dark battlefield, but the meter of sunshine you left for me will always shine.