The willow eyebrows raised lightly are decisive in killing,
The noodles contain the latitude and longitude of Qiuhe Valley in spring,
No match for bloody betrayal...
Her haggardness, her heartbreak,
Eventually it turns into a raging fire of hatred,
Spread in A Dream of Red Mansions.
I don't regret loving you, I don't regret you,
I don't regret forcing you to death with my own hands...
Go ahead
Don't be afraid of hell,
I'll wait for you there.