This is a woman as lonely as mulberry, walking alone on the edge of the cliff as if she were stepping on a blade with bare feet.
He was a man with an aristocratic aura. The past was only fleeting, and forgetting is the best medicine.
With a tap of his fingertips, he sketched out a thrilling scene. He chuckled lightly, just for a pastime, and missed the lives of two people. What kind of black mist confused that lingering man?
I don't want to be bound like this anymore, I don't want to be that kind of marionette anymore, I can walk by your side, even if there is no road.
They wiped the blood off each other's bodies, dried their wounds, and got on the road again.
We are not afraid.
Do not give up.
Us
Gotta go on.