So sad and indifferent. The setting sun is like blood. Turn over the clouds.
In the end, what she brought was killing or light.
He, she...
Soft heart,
Sit in the time,
And the face that appears repeatedly in my heart,
this life,
How many more times can we meet?
Memories of first acquaintance, loneliness and frustration.
Love that has been passed down for thousands of years can always withstand the changes of time
Now the red thread of fate brings you back to me
The same tragedy keeps happening
When can we wait for the end of this cursed fate?