A cruel sighting seven years ago, a road of blood and tears of revenge many years later,
In the rough and tumble life, the weakness is no longer what it used to be.
The numerous bones in the dream, the hands stained with blood in reality,
It is killing without regret.
That day when the meteor passed by, you held my hand and told me that I could be afraid and cry,
But don't be unhappy.
Still stubborn in disguise, hiding all true colors,
Love that cannot be said will be unforgettable. I am very content with this night.
You said you would always hold my hand and walk in the clouds, even after so many years,
The lingering sound of the oath is still my salvation in the disaster,
Repeated again and again, it is still the most beautiful note...