Within the three realms, he is the only one who is supreme. Turning your hands over becomes clouds, turning over your hands becomes rain. The cold eyes are shining with frost and snow, and the purple clothes are entangled in the night wind. How to achieve critical love?
The entanglement is endless, and the two are separated. I lose my mind and become sick. It turns out that the so-called oath of love cannot withstand the temptation of supreme power after all.
Without light, there will be eternal darkness.
One word engagement, hell media.
Two sharp blades cut off love.
The three realms are floating, only with one person.
My heart is broken,
The red clothes also decay,
The monument has been filled with regrets throughout the ages.
The soul of the underworld will never return.
I just want to be mortals together in the next life. The floating world is floating around, never forget each other.
Intention: sadomasochism between man and god