Opening the title page lonely,
It ends sadly.
Empty soul,
A river of passionate tears;
Vent the hurtful city of love.
If so,
The water falls without a trace,
The lake in the heart will not be able to produce endless ripples;
The infinite melancholy cannot be locked between the eyebrows.
Under the white cherry tree,
Buried corpses covered in blood;
Looking back——
Only the back carved by Yingluo,
Silent, go away...