Blood Chant

Chen Luo: Heaven and earth, the reverse journey of all things, time, a hundred-year-old passerby, life is like a dream, how much joy can there be? Qijing: When everything ends, the mirror will crack, the water will pass away, the flowers will wither, the moon will be lost, and people will be sad. Then, we discovered that the things we had always been steadfast in were as ethereal as the falling snow. Therefore, the sun can be so red that it bleeds... Mo Yin: Those lost beauties have been turned into countless fragments along with memories, and fell under the traceless moon. Jian Tong: You should pursue momentary happiness and avoid permanent pain. Luo Jun: Is it unnecessary to live? Then the dream began to be sad! No one: The moon is lonely, people are lonely, a pot of longing, who can I complain to?