In the crimson sky, he said that if he fell in love with someone, he would paint her eyebrows for the rest of his life;
After drawing a scar on my forehead, I said, if I could, I would choose to be sorry for you.
He is tall and tall, and the breeze blows under the dangerous rocks; he is a hero of his generation;
Enchanting and charming, the poisonous clouds bleak the place of purgatory; I am an evil witch.
In the end, who fell into whose hell?
Conception: