Moths fly to the flames, living towards death. Who is whose calamity, who is whose hatred, who is sacrificing for whom, who is plotting for whom. He has been silently thinking about remembering your face. Over the years, you have transformed into that face in the world of mortals. She traveled through the nine heavens, plucked the strings with her fingers, and missed you all over the sky, just hoping to see you in the next life.