Wet with tears, the endless red dust is billowing, and the dust raises the sins of several lifetimes, which is also the sorrow of several lifetimes. There is so much snow, full of expectations, but the ground is covered with frost and despair. In fact, after several lifetimes and reincarnations, all that can fade away is the memories, love and resentment of the past, so mixed, they are still sealed in a desolate place, waiting for the day to flow into the depths of the soul. You're being nice to me, just because you feel guilty, but I don't need it. Love is wrong, hate is wrong, resentment is still wrong, only wrong is right...