There is a sacred tree in the worry-free forest
Gather the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to give birth to a pure son
A little cinnabar between the girl's eyebrows seems to have cause and effect.
The spirits in the forest regarded her as their son, named Wuyou
There is a sacred mountain in the distant sea
Gather the water from hundreds of rivers and condense it into one water spirit
There was a touch of blue ink in the corner of the baby boy's eyes, as if he was facing some disaster
He worshiped the Canglan Water God as his teacher, and his name was Youli.
The red threads of past lives are connected, and fate is intertwined. It is love and hatred that others cannot explain.
If you weren't you and I wasn't me, wouldn't we be like this?
If I look back and you turn around, shouldn't we be like this?
If I could be resurrected, you could choose, are we more than that?
But if there is no if, we can only do this
Intention: Live up to the present and not cling to the past