It has been thirteen years since you passed away from this world. I have been asking my spirit for several years and you have not returned.
It's hard for loquat to express the pain of lovesickness. When drunk, it is useless to chant thoughts and pursuits.
"Lan Zhan, I'm sorry, and thank you."
Weisi people, who can I return to?
Without people like you, who would I go with?
Intention: Fellow founder of the Demonic Way, locked up and forgotten