The Broken Makeup Box

When the smoke of war rose, a man gave the blood in his veins to the yellow sands. When the flowers bloomed, he trampled their stems beneath his feet to reach the highest peak. Beneath the cold moon, he lay awake night after night. It turned out that with you in my heart, even ten miles of peach blossoms could not rival your bewitching beauty beneath your faded makeup. I went mad for you. I will build another dream. An old dream written on paper, absurd, absurd... In this life, you and I are bound by grudges and debts, our love and hatred impossible to separate; Back then, I would have given up everything, even myself. Though our souls might be worlds apart, all I ever wished was for you to be safe and happy, and by my side.