The king and the slave are born differently,
The slave and the king are willing to die together.
Life and death,
Life and death are inseparable,
Death and life,
Death and growth depend on each other...
I thought I didn't care about anything,
But when she saw him making out with others,
There is still uncontrollable pain in my heart,
The oath that once belonged only to them,
Is it in this midsummer?
No longer exist?
If reincarnation is still possible,
If you can still be reborn,
She would rather never meet,
During these three hundred years,
It's just too far away.