The wind rustles and destroys the road,
But now I won't break my love and go alone.
The sword cuts off the end of the world and drinks blood and hate,
The snow in the sky finally turns into water.
Why do I exist? Because I am looking for her.
Why did you die? Because you blocked me.
Why did she leave? Because she loved me.
I gained but lost more. I was left alone in the journey. Will we still meet each other in the end?