I am a fox who has been practicing for thousands of years
A thousand years of practice and a thousand years of loneliness
Can anyone hear me crying in the dead of night?
Can anyone see me dancing in the dimly lit place?
I am a fox who has been waiting for a thousand years
A thousand years of waiting, a thousand years of loneliness
Who planted the poison of love again in the rolling world of mortals?
Who among the vast crowd drank the poison of love again?
When I loved you, you were penniless and studying hard
When I left you, you were on the gold list and the bridal chamber was decorated with flowers.
Can I have another dance for you?
I am the white fox you released thousands of years ago
Look at the fluttering clothes, the fluttering clothes
Everyother's oaths of love have turned into nothingness
Can I have another dance for you?
Just for that review when you were leaving
Look at the fluttering clothes, the fluttering clothes
Forever and ever will turn into nothingness
It can also be said that this is an article written for the white fox.
To be honest, I don't understand love and I don't believe in each other's vows.
True love is a rare thing, only prevalent in romantic dramas. I have always felt this way.
Between love and bread, I am the one who chooses bread.