"Using blood as a matchmaker, the body leads to the pagoda."
That day, the rain fell in the darkness, and his and her clothes were flying.
Unparalleled elegance, all paid to the East.
Even if they were once intimate, even if each other was the last warmth, so what?
"Swear by the sword, and the sound will move the sky."
In the chaotic world, amidst the intertwining of black and white, a song of departure quietly plays.
Red-faced loess, a handful of quicksand.
The pain accumulated over time is about to break out. It rots the bones and corrodes the soul, and it hurts the heart.
"Am I wrong?"
"No, now, there is no right or wrong anymore."
The reincarnation of the five aggregates embodies the world.
A lifetime of sorrow...