Millennium, fleeting.
And I'm still so lonely.
On the yellow road in the past,
Although rugged,
Did not annihilate my sad songs.
Wave after wave,
Looking at the distant sky, the dawn never comes.
After several twists and turns, I met the legendary Meng Po.
But she refused to give me a bowl of soup.
He also said that if you forget this life, how can you write that seductive song in the afterlife?
Perhaps, in this way, broken hearts rustle and fall painfully.
Drop after drop of tears, I don't know when it will flow away.
In the reincarnation of several generations, long pain and short hate followed closely.
Endless night brings endless desolation.
The stars are twinkling. How did the Milky Way come from?
Who's asking? Who's drinking old worries?
Who is continuing today's bitterness?
What is this? What is this dream?
It's time to go to the Western Heaven, but I met a demon on the way.
Turn into charming flowers and hateful shura to confuse me.
He also said that people like you will lose their heartbreaking songs when they go to Elysium.
There is only one such heart.
So I went back to the abandoned body
Continue my waste.