Fallen to the End of the World

In the soft moonlight, layers of flowing clouds cover the swaying phantom... The thin cloud calls, bid farewell to the flow of fate at that time... The endless indifference and illusion, who does it belong to...? Confused, I can only remember the sound of the soul door for a moment... Purple - is known as noble and elegant... Just like a hazy half-moon, quietly falling in the phantom... Qing——is lovely and pure... Just like her, she is like a gurgling green stream, flowing slowly and mischievously... Blue - is melancholic and mysterious... Just like her dim and trance-like light, flashing coldly and silently... Ming - that dark light in the beginning of the night... Recollection - the confusing clouds and mist in the dream... Passing away - the remaining breath of the pale trace after the heart has faded... The water and the moon intersect with the light, the indifference intersects, the orioles sing a little, the fleeting moment is endless, the thoughts are wandering, the clouds are thick, and the clouds are thick, and I am drunk...