Traveling through thousands of years and remembering two lives, is it to meet him in the previous life? He? Or them?
Relatively speechless, tossing and turning in melancholy, is it hatred, yearning or resentment? It turns out that times have changed, and my heart has long been as calm as water.
On the night of bloodshed, Nirvana is reborn, and the ancient times are played with, and the building is full of all-powerful flowers.
The strange changes in the body day by day, the confusing identity of male and female, what truth is hidden behind the farce?
One looked at her with cold eyebrows, looking like a fairy, while the other looked solemn and charming; when he turned around, as his eyes rolled around, all the flowers had already fallen.
The world of mortals is rolling, and the blood in my heart turns into the strings of the piano. Wherever the sound of the piano passes, compassion rises and chaos spreads across the sky.
Weird and demonic, bloodthirsty like the flames of war, blood flowing into rivers, cold brows flying into laughter...
Time flies, and the mortal world has passed. On the day we meet again, wherever we pass, men retreat and monsters appear...