My heart is afraid of being filled with sorrow in spring, and the lovesickness in the flowers will be given to you;
After washing away the dreams of thousands of years of dust, your heart should be as delicate as a lotus root;
We may not be able to meet each other if we miss each other; the rainy night and spring sorrow are all red;
One misstep will lead to eternal hatred, and looking back will lead to a century-old life...
She bears unwarranted debts,
Thousands of years, hundreds of lives, endless reincarnations,
His hands are always stained with the blood of the world,
But her hands are always stained with his blood,
Endless killing, endless sin,
Let her soft and delicate heart be scarred...
Since you can't escape your destined fate, at least your heart won't hurt anymore...
She completely gave up her heart and only hoped that fate would arise and fate would cease...