She is the orchid in the empty valley nourished by blood, he is the mountain breeze tempered by hatred,
Two people who were abandoned in the darkness held hands tightly at the slightest thought.
Unwilling to be abandoned and forgotten,
Seventeen years later, a bloody exchange of revenge,
The curtain opened where they once laughed and cried,
Only revenge can we feel existence, only revenge can we let go and say goodbye...
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