Darkmoon Mythology
The darkening moonlit night, the swirling melancholy,
The silvery white color is tinged with a hint of desolation.
The sound of ancient bells calls to the dream of parting,
The mist covers your departing figure.
The gurgling water, the longing for the passing away, the lingering red thread, are the nostalgia of the past life,
The twists and turns of fate, the many separations and separations, sigh that life is short.
Leaning alone on the bedside, Yi Ren is so thin,
After many twists and turns, I discovered,
Our destiny begins in the sacred ancient times, but we are obsessed with waiting in this life.