Xie Bai is a little fox my father picked up from the valley.
My father said, Xie Bai is my child adoptive husband.
He is unwilling, I know,
Who would have thought that the day I died,
Xie Bai followed closely behind,
Using the sword he usually used, he cut his own throat.
Intention: We come from all directions, but in the end there is nothing, there is nothing