The cold cement floor, my father's pale face, and the constant pursuit in the nightmare...
Hanging around or alive? Zhirang, I was alive when you were here, but after you left, I couldn't find you in heaven or on earth. When I am reborn in another world, can I smell your breath there?
What a descendant of the Arrow tribe, what flying flowers chase the water, what the wind descends on the maze of the city, I just want to find Zhi Rang and live with him. Zhirang, don't you recognize me? Have you forgotten the days when we depended on each other? Have you forgotten the silver crescent around our necks...