She was born out of love, her flowers bloom all her life, and she remains hot and waiting despite the cold wind. The sky full of white reflected her red color in a dazzling way, making the world sick of her, but it was engraved on his eyebrows and in his heart.
He was born in ice and snow, a rare Bright Moon Immortal Lord in the world, but in the end he was like a moth to the fire and dissolved in the scorching heat. Leave eternal loneliness behind, keep a trace of your remaining soul, and miss those who are hard to return.
Intention: Does the longer you live, the longer you can love?