The mottled red rock brick walls corrode someone's heart and extinguish someone's misery and loneliness;
Under the ruins of the ruins, whose love is buried, and whose love is sacrificed for whom;
The sun is as bright as blood in the sky, whose blood is stained with it, and who devotes everything to love;
Whose heart has been frozen by the biting coldness of the snow, and who has sacrificed foolishly for love, but in the end did not get a trace of warmth;
The crystal clear raindrops, who is crying silently, who has hid his laughter for love, making his heart bitter;
The boundless darkness takes away someone's light and purity, and breaks someone's heart with every step of their mind;
The cold feelings of the emperor, the vain dream of the country, who has wasted whose years?