A lonely city, withered vines surrounding the ancient walls. God said you were guilty, regardless of birth or existence. He said he was right, so he trapped the ten-mile city. The flowers on the streets of Dongcheng are still blooming and shining brightly. Ink painting mountains and rivers, three thousand worlds, there has never been snow on the road, whether you love it or not, whether it is right or wrong. . . .
Father, why don't you admit your mistake? Then you won't die.
My snow, your existence has never been a mistake, so I use my life to prove it. Remember, no matter how painful or sad, no matter how far the road is, please live on.