The flowers are blooming on the street, and you can return home slowly.
Under the bright moon with purple sleeves and red strings, she had a brief encounter with him, but her fate was overturned. The poison called "enchantment" entangled her life with his.
Leader, hero, beauty, the world is too big, people are like ants, personal joys and sorrows are too small, cannot be seen. I am the one who loves me, but my love and hate have been crushed to pieces by the rules of the world.
The red shadows are chaotic in the long song, and the cold dew is light in the arms.
I'm just holding hands with you on the swing and spending my time laughing when the prosperity is over.