[Little sparrow, are you cold?
It's not cold at all.
The white mist that night covered everything, carefully hiding happiness.
The grudge is over.
Not what it was then.
There should be no more contact between us.
The blood of that evening filled the ground, covering up love.
On one side is a lover from memories, and on the other is a cruel and cruel enemy. The seemingly simple choice has become increasingly ambiguous due to the passage of time and distorted memories.
Liu Daogui said, it would be fine if I was the only one who went to hell.