On the twelfth day of the second lunar month, it is snowing heavily. The earth is pale.
Twelve colored lights penetrate this white mirror, which are the flower souls of the twelve flower gods escaping from the fairy world.
I tried my best to push away the man in Xuanyi who was holding me. He staggered back two steps, with tears shining in his deep eyes.
I turned around and crossed the sky, chasing the direction where the colorful light disappeared
I thought that if I became a fairy, I could enter heaven, but today I still return to the earth without hesitation.
I really hope this is a dream, a spring dream without trace
When I take back the twelve flower souls, I will say to him
Farewell