"Yan Yu, what am I?"
"You are the devil."
"Then what is an immortal?"
"... Xuan Mo, remember, there are black and white in the world, and fairies and demons are good and evil."
"Qian Abyss, what am I?"
"We are demons."
"Then what is an immortal?"
"... Xuan Mo, remember, although demons are shamed by others, they have flesh and blood; while immortals, although they are respected by others, are real
Heartless and heartless. "
That day, the wind chimes were dancing wildly and the flowers were falling. Even if I never see the sun for eternity, I will follow you.
On that day, the fireworks fell in March, and the orchid oars punctuated my thoughts. I will recall your face in the long night, and let the waves hit you.
Broken as a souvenir.
That day, I poured ink into the poem, but I couldn't copy your voice or appearance.
So, if you think about it, as you walk along the way, if there is no mountain and no water, there will also be water and rocks.
So, don't ask about the past, don't mention the future.
So, it was like a dream, like a phantom moon, and the flowers were about to leave.