The Moon Is Setting

The morning started with Lincheng, and ended with Lincheng at that early summer dawn. She visited that small Lincheng countless times. She never gets tired of seeing the old people she has seen countless times. Later, in the winter when the moon fell, she ended these countless reincarnations with her own hands. On that snowy New Year's Eve, she went alone to the top of Mount Zhongnan for her last sword dance. The petals of the blue enchantress fell together with the falling snow, withering in the long night of New Year's Eve.