The youth he once was has long since lost his brilliance
It was as if all innocence was overturned that night
In the familiar yet unfamiliar eyes
No love, no hate, not even the doubts of first meeting
I never thought it would be so peaceful when we see each other again
At least hate yourself
Only in this way will he be happy
Proud that the innocence protected by Cang King was destroyed by his hands
But the current peace disgusted him
Is this young man him? Or - him?