Each string under your fingertips plays a different tone...
The graceful white clothes are light in the clouds, and the slightest touch of love in the dream...
Neither God nor fate is playing tricks on people, only oneself is playing tricks on others...
Whether it's a human or a monster, life is just a dream anyway...
She is destined to join this battle, and she is destined to sacrifice...
Xiaoxiao Muyu, people have gone, dreams have ended, no children to cry...