The moon is bright, the wind is clear, and the flowers are about to wither.
Only hate, but ruthless, who understands you?
On the wall of the pavilion, there was a poem written in bright red blood.
This is a quote from a poet:
"There are many plain flowers that are deceived by others. This flower ends in Yaochi. Who can feel the ruthlessness and hatred? When the moon is clear and the wind is clear, it is about to fall."