That year, she thought he was her everything;
That year, he ruined everything for her;
That year, he paved the way for her with his life;
That year, she pierced his chest with a gleaming dagger. . . .
He said to her: I failed you after all. She fought bloody battles in the flying snow. The moment she fell, she knew her heart was dead;
She said to him: Every step I take now is for revenge, and no one can hinder me, otherwise God will kill God if he blocks it, and Buddha will kill Buddha if he blocks Buddha. . . . . .