Lies grow wantonly, looking at endless sadness. Regret bows your head and sings, sings confession and advocates.
The green blood falls into the sky, and the everlasting hatred continues in the dark. The memories of the place with Manzhu Shahua will surely bloom again.
The girl opened her tired eyes, but what she saw before her was a strange, hellish scene. She seemed to be in hell...
The chaos of good and evil, the confusion of hate and love, the inheritance of sin and karma...
War, court, desert, folk, rivers and lakes, the world...
Friends, enemies, enemies, lovers, relatives, benefactors...
The moon in the mirror, the flowers in the water. In the end, it's just a big dream that comes to nothing, and it's just a solitary shadow.
Can she still distinguish between reality and dreams, and is she still willing to really wake up...
Purpose: How can one be innocent in this world?