Wherever there were tears, blood flowed like a river.
When your sword pointed at my heart, this ending was destined.
The veil can't block your gentle face, but your scabbard can't hide your desire and bloodthirsty.
Who washes away all the beauty and buries me.
The agarwood wanders a little bit, the wind blows the blue hair and turns it into frost, burning up my thoughts, I say silently, the moon has been hidden.
At the end of the song, people are heartbroken...