Perhaps, they have been waiting for each other for thousands of years, but in the end they just passed by...
Perhaps, they still hold on to their obsessions, but eventually they dissipate into a thin wisp of smoke...
Perhaps, the agreement they had made at the beginning turned out to be nothing more than childish words in the end...
Who weaves new clothes with tears, who dyes Dali red with blood?
The breaking of a pearl can destroy all the vows made in the past and present lives...
The destruction of a string of crowns means all hopes are shattered...
The ruin of a crown means struggling in chaos for life after life...
When the coldness of the sky bites the body, is it already doomed...
There is no way to escape in this life...
Who weaves tears, whose wings tremble...
I can't finish my words, but my tears are...