A song of red clothes dances out a parting sorrow.
Old dreams are vague, and past events are blurred.
I don't care if you come from the abyss.
I only know that the prosperity has come to an end, leaving your lonely figure behind. The world is vast and desolate, holding the flute and sighing in the endless years, and you are outstandingly independent.
In this life, I am only here for one person.