In the world of mortals, true love is hard to find. Life is so fleeting, but so lonely.
Behind the glory, in the silent place of the cold moon, I'm afraid I can hear the mourning again and again. Even if it is a golden house and supreme power, it is difficult to complain of loneliness.
The world of mortals is rolling, who remembers the young man in white traveling thousands of miles away?
After years of separation, the wind blows the smoke and everyone is gone
In the depths of silence, who can know that the heart is of its own making and failing?
Life is like a dream, the most pitiful thing is a white shadow hidden in my heart
Who is the fairy in the depths of my eyes?
It's been a hundred years since I looked back