In the underworld,
I met him by chance,
Deciding rashly to stay together in the next life.
However,
That agreement,
Does anyone still remember?
Or maybe he has regretted it,
Subconsciously forgetting...
Memories,
On that snowy day,
Blood stained everything red,
winter,
Is the single white too monotonous?
Whether to add a touch of red,
will look more beautiful,
What's more bleak?
The jade in my hand,
Engraved with my name,
There was a crack in the middle,
Slowly break in half.
It's better to have broken jade than to have it intact...
Look at the sky,
God,
Still.
Looking at people,
People have left.
A dream,
It's been thousands of years.