A handful of loess can lead to troubled times
The wind is mixed with the tears of the departed and the blood of the enemy
While waiting for someone's eyes to slowly close, he looked at the sharp blade stuck in his chest.
Nowhere is it known where there is prosperity or the elegy before decline
The demise of a small clan triggered rumors that terrified everyone in the world.
With the replacement of the prince, murderous intentions are hidden everywhere in the beautiful palace.
The blood of poisonous beasts nourishes the dead, and under the mask of the lotus-like figure is a frame of withered bones.
He has a clever plan, but he pretends to be crazy and acts stupidly, but he has a snake-hearted heart and insists on twisting his fingers into tenderness.
Death is the whisper of sacrifice
A little bit of blood and tears thrown in a hurry
All turned into loess all over the city