What is it? What is it? What is the nightmare every night?
A person? Wearing white clothes, with waist-length black hair;
Is it a ghost? Wearing red clothes and having floor-length white hair.
"Time, I need time."
"My lord!!!"
"Obviously, I obviously have time..."
There was a man with disheveled black hair and a wedding dress as red as blood. He had a back, a very thin back.
"My lord... My lord... My lord..."
I didn't know the situation or what it meant, but I heard my own voice clearly, "Shuangyan..."
A dream that has troubled Xia Houqing for many years, a broken folding fan, a strange Taoist priest...
Under the moon, withered bones play the bone flute, and ghosts in the palace complain about their sorrows.
Outside the Great Wall, the yellow sand flies in red clothes, and the bridge girl sings in the water.
Shiranu burned in the sky, and the Taoist priest's clothes in front of him were stained with blood.
When he was confused at first, he handed himself a handkerchief and gave himself hope.
"Shi Mingling, my name."
Later, he bore the punishment of the family for himself and gave himself support.
"I won't mind it at all."
Finally, he thrust a sword into his own belly, giving himself despair.
"My lord, you will be back soon."
It's hope, it's despair;
It's death, it's rebirth...