Some people say that God has no love.
In the bone-chilling snow, I embrace you.
All the beautiful chapters in the world have no wonderful sound.
I will guard an empty city for you and build you a new tomb.
I still remember the time when you stood under the peach blossom tree and brushed the peach blossoms from my hair.
Your gentle smile is like the sunshine in March;
I still remember that time when you stood on the ninth level of the sky and stood three feet away from me.
You bow your head with a smile and call me "Your Highness"
What I remember most is that you stood in the battlefield and covered my eyes,
You leaned over and kissed him, "Jialan, you can't love."
But I already love...
"Go back with me."
"No."
"He is dead"
"I'll wait for him."
"When you return to the snowy land, you will be reborn. You will still be a god without worries, joy or sorrow."
"I don't want to forget him."
I'm waiting for you, waiting for you to come back from the dead.