I tore the night apart for you, thinking that we could welcome the light together.
I never thought that that dark night was your life, and what I tore apart together was your supplies and my own soul.
One night, I fell into the cinnabar flowers. I was drunk and in pain for half my life, but I still looked forward to the next life.
Beijing, a rotten city, is it buried in dreams and love, or is it devouring our souls?
Our love is not helpless, it is hopeless