Hunter Fan--Yama's Forest

What kind of resentment can I have to meet you? What kind of hatred do you hold? No one can escape it even if you live for thousands of years. Your sadness is emotionless and you can only watch the setting sun silently, like a red lotus hellish sunset; No one knows whether your smile or your soul-stirring eyes reflect the evil world or the self that is nobody; Bone girl, with one eye connected, the lady who has entered the eye of Tao, her face has never changed, and after countless years, it is still as beautiful as before; Across thousands of years, walking among the crowds of people, have you ever felt a hint of loneliness? Whenever your mother-in-law calls your name, she can't help but wonder where you are, sitting there silently and silently at this moment; Traveling between hell and the human world, along the cold Santu River, in the cold mist, you, wearing a kimono, flow towards the fear of hell; At midnight, at the entrance to hell, unexplainable resentment pervades the world. . .