The fire burns out quietly; the ashes slowly rise with the wind.
Have you ever hated someone so much that you wish they could be crushed to pieces?
Have you ever loved someone? Even if they turn into ashes, you still recognize them.
I don't ask for life after life, I just want you to accompany me for the rest of my life. . .
I haven't forgotten, I haven't forgotten, I haven't forgotten, how could I forget how you treated me. Ten years of waiting, ten years of lovesickness, and ten years of loneliness. I thought I would be like this for the rest of my life, looking for someone who is no longer in the world in the crowd, looking for your little shadow in the feasting and feasting. Hahaha, Zhang Qiling, you might as well die like this. I really hope you die like this.