That night when I was three years old
It was the first time I met him
Blood Red Manzhu Shahua
Flowers on the other side of the Santu River
Now I have grown up
The past time is also buried in dust
The heart is frozen
Tears have never been shed since birth
The memory is fixed on that night
The world is full of red Manzhushahua
Blood and fire burn together
Beautiful things are never left behind
Bloody tears sliding down in the dark night
Turn into burning manzhushahua
A soul without a heart
Struggling in the broken ****
It's just that the past has long since left with the wind
I have no heart
Not even qualified for simple hatred
I am trapped in this world full of pain