The world of mortals is long. If the past hurts too much, what can she do to cover it up or forget it?
The road ahead is bumpy, so how strong does it take to prevent her fate from being reduced to dust?
As time passes, what is left to her is endless indifference or a gentle sea of love?
While she was staggering, she was also silently hoping for such a person. He may not be as radiant as the sun, or as gentle and warm as the moving clouds.
She only hopes that at the end of time, when her long hair has faded away, he will still caress her frosty temples as he did before, with a lingering love and eyebrows raised.
After all the twists and turns in her life, did she lose to fate, or was it the man beside her who held hands with her and trampled fate under his feet?
There is dust in the world of mortals, and the road to love is long.
Drawing the sword and singing songs, the silk is dyed with love.