She is as graceful as a startled dragon, drinking alone in misery, standing proudly in the world of mortals, as ethereal as a valley, with the ethereal moonlight of the valley.
He is elegant and handsome, forgets his grudges, looks at the vicissitudes of reincarnation coldly, and with one sword strikes the sky, causing the heaven and earth to tremble and change.
Her heart is as pure as snow, her face is as cold as frost, her love and hatred are intertwined with each other, her love voice is mellow, and her pitiful love is mellow in the end.
He is kind and infatuated, gentle and steady. His sword is unsheathed for life. He steals the fragrance of blood and tears his heart with blood.
She, whose origin and destiny are destroyed, is as lost as smoke; he, swallowing the rainbow with anger, competes with others.
The changing scenery of the years, the evolution of the stars,
Whose hesitation, whose fall,
Whose sorrow.