(Younger man) (Both are each other's first) People who have sunk deep into the mire come out covered in mud. Whether it's the aloof moon or the twinkling stars, both shine with borrowed sunlight. The grudges of the previous generation keep on being passed down, and the blood on their hands becomes harder and harder to wash away. "Cheng Lue, I feel like I've spent my whole life paying back what I owe. So much, so much that I'll never be able to repay it all." "Qing Xueyan, how am I supposed to pull you up if you won't give me a hand? By your hair?!" The alley is pitch-black, and the streetlights are always at the far end.
Theme: Someone will always be able to lead you out of the darkness and wash away the blood
I'm coming hahahahaha