A butterfly flutters in the cold winter, and the boundless darkness swallows up the little bits of brilliance. Does such a sinking and falling mean that they have no intersection? Or are they just old enemies? I'm trapped too deep, my love is too painful, all I can choose is to listen, my love turns into boundless wind, moon and tears; look, my soul and soul are conquered by your cold and ruthless...
Who knows what someone's life will be like? Everyone is just endlessly entangled in pain, so painful, heartbreaking...