On a rainy night, a desolate courtyard.
A woman in red is sitting by the well railing, humming the opera of weeping blood, her voice is soft and ethereal.
On a plum tree not far away, a woman in white was lying leisurely. The heavy rain could not disturb her. This hypnotic music was the best way to sleep for her at night.
Thousand-year-old trees also have the ability to detect the future
Wan'er died in her arms
she doesn't accept
My people, why do you move?
God's way to me
Monsters pamper me
My sweetheart
Traveling around the world
Sing me another opera and listen
How's that?
Intention: I love you so much