You are wearing a fluffy snow robe, you are cold and cool, but you are charming.
She danced a peerless sword dance with unparalleled splendor, yet she was still lonely and sad.
He plays a song of high mountains and flowing water, mysterious and uninhibited, but independent from the world.
The flowers on the road withered, and the flowers on the other side withered.
The song of the underworld is sung, and the music of Hades is played.
Elegance is like a finger of quicksand, and the dreams of the past are finally shattered, lost, and forgotten.
Many years later, the gears of fate turn again, and a symphony of love and hate is about to begin...
The entanglement many years ago finally started again...