There is an unknown place in modern times, where civilization is the product of many countries intertwined together. The people there have no similarities or differences, but they are family members. The wheel of fate is turning quietly and slowly.
Blood red pupils, please do not look directly. Hell awaits the harassment of wronged souls and the pain of whipping, which you cannot imagine what you see from these eyes. Blood red pupils, please do not look directly. A pair of blood-stained hands with the warmth of a fresh corpse grabbed your neck fiercely, unable to break free.
The blood spread, making me lose my direction
There is no trace of sadness in this empty fantasy
You are shining brightly
Blood vines surround you and me tightly
Is that your temperature or mine?
Three years of separation have made me unable to see you clearly
Why does fate play such a trick on us?
This gust of wind. . . With his breath
Have you come to pick me up? My Yi