Carve your deep pupils and forget the fetters of reincarnation.
When the night is still young, the blood roses grow wildly and twine around the weeping tomb.
If Manzhu Shahua can take away all the sins, she has made a promise to never see each other again.
The flowers of the other shore, separated by the moment when you and I parted ways, will never see each other again.
Forget the entanglement of my flower branches, raise the red blood rose spear in your hand.
Then everything has evolved to perfection. I stand by the tomb and can't bear to watch your leaving figure, taking away all the watching and farewell on the other side.
Now, a wisp, I like you.
The Manzhushahua that separated us from the beginning has become the shackles of my life. We have left each other long ago and lost the right to exist.
So, let us say goodbye solemnly for the last time.