Peach Blossoms in the past life, that year and month, I was the princess of a subjugated country, and he was a handsome young man. We were supposed to have nothing to do with each other, but we met when the peach blossoms were blooming all over the sky.
I thought he was the comfort God gave me after my mother passed away, so I held on to this kindness tightly. Disfigured, heartbroken, bewitched. Are you really the sunshine among the pink peach blossoms? But why, I just feel like there are millions of ice needles pricking in my heart...
On the other side of life, there are no candles or lights in the darkness. I look up to the future in silence. I want to die, but I can't find the gate to hell. Wanting to live, but trembling in loneliness and darkness. So, I struggled in nightmares, entangled in love and hate, and wasted time. Who is it? Sighing tenderly in the final darkness, lighting a candle for me; who is it? Fearlessly clenching your fist at the break of dawn, breaking the silence of darkness; who is it? In the dark world, join hands with me to live and die together.