A line of cinnabar, a few lines of tears
Love, what is it?
At that time, I didn't cherish it and chose to betray myself.
Then, I couldn't go back to the past and could only deviate from the original track.
When that yellow figure sent me away, his smile, his tears
I am destined to be burdened with the excuse to destroy the dynasty
Buried, past
Buried, that smile that once was beautiful
Where will everything, so-called love, go...