Late at night, his bare hands were lightly stained, and his cold fingers crossed my eyes, "Even if you hate me, I don't want you to forget me."
Deep in my memory, I remember that I had a sword-to-sword relationship with him, how we were destined to stay together for three lifetimes, but in the end it was just a joke collected by the storyteller under the shamisen qin!
He said, "Even if Luo Shu dies, I will not let you shed a single tear."
Indeed, when I held your cold body with my blood-stained hands, not a single tear fell. Who deceived whom, and who betrayed whom. The grievances of thousands of years cannot be distinguished. Only the blood-stained hands caressed my cheek.
The happiest thing in this life is the days and nights spent with you. Even if the country is destroyed, even if the army is approaching, as long as you look back with nostalgia, it will turn into clouds and smoke. When I see the coffin wrapped in dust with my fingers, I smile and ask you where are your withered bones and where are your exquisite lovesicknesses?