He was once the Nine-Fifth Lord, ruling the world;
She was once a secret fragrance, blooming silently.
He gave her a lifetime of love and a lifetime of love;
She repaid him nine lifetimes of love and hatred, entangled in love and hate.
Love without regrets, hate without resentment.
Because,
I believe in an afterlife,
So,
I will wait for him,
At the place where we first met,
Wait for him,
Bringing another life of butterfly love...