Your Eyebrows Have Become a Tragedy (Official Version)

She wondered if the weight of a single tear could carry thousands of years of loneliness. Under the bright moonlight, she bears the deepest curse of her family. The blood is spreading bit by bit, in that place where the years flow ruthlessly. All her memories were wiped out and she turned into a demon. Dressed in red, she shuttles through the green bamboo forest, accompanying ghosts and gods. "Yes." He called lightly, but she remained silent. The wind passed by Wuhen, and dark green bamboo leaves flew in the silent air. The knife was gently pressed against his throat, and all the words stayed on his lips. "Yes." The distant call seemed to come from a dream, and she could not forget the sadness of losing him. When I woke up, my clothes were wet with tears. If everything is just a dream, even if you spend your whole life. Also willingly.