[Original] the Moon Is Lost in Its Remaining Colors, Capturing the Cang Lun

Inscription: The bustling world, short hair, and the lingering light of the setting sun in the neighborhood. The setting sun is setting, love and hatred are strong, How long will it take for a volume of grievances to be resolved? Hate, hate, hate. The tide is rising, debts are hard to repay, black hair is broken and blood is blurred. The stream flows, the deserted courtyard, Full of vows, helpless and speechless, Fall, fall, fall.