The snow that is warm in my memory is still falling silently.
The wine in the glass still carries a hint of body temperature, exuding its aged aroma.
The person holding the cup was already slightly drunk, humming a song in a low voice, the sad song of the world.
And we met in the world of mortals,
We also shared life and death together,
I also used wine to cover my clothes,
At the end, the sword is broken and the wine remains,
Will you come back?
Have a drink with me,
Wine from the end of the world.