The strings of the Heart of Ice played, and the lonely soul wandered on the stage, unable to find warmth.
The blurred consciousness gradually becomes clear, the death of liberation.
The tolerant warmth of the family, and because of that person, the walls of their hearts were erected.
The rising sun with slightly smiling eyes dances the silver chain gun,
Countless creatures were buried, looking at death with cold eyes and laughing wildly.
Just because only Wuxin can see the truth, the snow dances in the wind.
Who knew Xue Ji was full of sorrow?
Indifferent strength cannot withstand the alienated gaze.
I can't learn to be gentle, but even myself is covered in bruises.
The position of seeking nothing, but despair in silence.
Indescribable power ripples in the lonely soul.
Curb your edge, and would rather dance to madness in the mortal world.
The blizzard is dancing, tearing and extinguishing the light.
The remaining light of time makes the past and future all a thing of the past,
The snowflakes are flying and spinning, looking lonely between the sky and the earth,
The light strings rise and fall, swaying the dancing clothes.
The illusory snow shadow is my last belief.
The quiet and soft white snow is swirling,
The blood-red murderous intention is quietly growing...
When I began to live like the drifting white snow,
Wandering alone between heaven and earth through the vicissitudes of time,
Dancing through the joys and sorrows, singing through the memories of gatherings and separations.
The spiritual eyes of snow ignite the pure fire, so why not die.
Xue Ji confirmed her grief with her crystal-clear soul,
Snow's fate could be more than just dying in silence.