Born from the source of chaos,
Better than filthy air,
That true heart,
Already soaked in darkness,
Dark color all over.
Threads and threads,
Cold murderous intent,
Through the indifferent eye color,
Gradually start a prairie fire.
Trembling,
fear,
Surrender,
Although it was not my intention,
But it is the only solace for the hungry soul.
Under the starry sky,
between heaven and earth,
Just a lonely soul.
Just ask the vast land,
Where is the way home?