He can get a glimpse of the world without asking about the sound of the jade chime. I would rather see the Sword of Impermanence than taste the blood of the Phoenix. The laughter of an entire country and city has never been seen in a hundred years. But please don't realize that women's hearts are the most poisonous.
In troubled times, I am like duckweed. Flowers bloom on the other side, phoenix tattoos, red blood wrapped around my waist, dressed in red, are my mark. Disputes, mysteries, conspiracies, and the outlines of sin are slowly outlined around me. You said, how can I be clean like this? Not seeing my sincerity, not knowing myself, I raised the sword in my hand numbly all the way, calculating everyone around me. When I get to the end, looking back on everything, I am left covered in blood, bruised, and burdened with life debts, and I am alone.
I know, I'm guilty.
If one day, the sin fire in my palm can burn all the sins in the world, maybe I can truly understand the meaning of my existence and get rid of this haze.
Look at the sky with a smile, the gold-rimmed clouds. It's getting late, where is the dawn?