The charm from thousands of years ago, waking up from countless dreams, seems to have been waiting, wars, bloody storms, thorns and hardships everywhere, this life only exists for you.
The red thread under the moon made of blood, I searched for countless times, but could not find her beautiful smile. I changed my life against the will of heaven and died, and my soul was gone, just to see her again.
The fan dances the yin and yang, and dances through the world of mortals. Gold powder inlaid with butterflies, butterflies chaos in the underworld.