Fourteen years of lonely practice
Just to one day lead the sect
Fifteen years of cruel training
Just to protect oneself in the world
He is the palace master of a cult looking for happiness
He is a duckweed that goes with the water
He is as beautiful as a flower, but he only belongs in hell
He is like mist and illusion, real and fake
Their loneliness reaches a common ground
But I don't know how to face it