Several times I sat under the flowers and played the flute, watching the silver-colored red wall in the distance.
It seems that these stars are not last night, for whom the wind and dew set the midnight sun.
The demon world is in chaos, and the demons are out of bounds
Destiny begins and ends, wrong love is wrong love
Forbidden feelings, bloody storms
Last night, the stars were suddenly extinguished by thunder
The battle for the sacrificial tripod is filled with golden drums and drums.
Is it from the heart? Or observe human ethics? A taboo, a lifetime of love, is it wrong or right?
Intention: pure love!