Song of lovesickness

"There is no reason for many things."

A song of love

Unfolding the old letter in silence

Did you foreshadow the past

The unspeakable separation between love and hate

Up to now, there are only a few words among the dead

The mystery of life and death

Empty left hands stiff silent cold mask

My heart begged for that weak feeling

Will it continue in the next life?

What's hidden in the dark

Pale in the hoarse light

Can't see the crisis in the fog

It's like a broken pupil that can't tell light from shadow

I can't guess the truth. There's a lot of confusion ahead

Who is in the ear repeatedly tell boundless loneliness

The night will burn out

"Murong Mosheng, Mosheng childe, sangongzi, Mosheng..."

There is a trace of temperature slowly infiltrated into the heart

It's the attractive fragrance left in the sleeves

But torment me already spirit away

Why do you want to know the cruel ending?

"Even if you get Bai Aoyu's Secret script, it's just a replay of the history of 20 years ago."

"The wrong person is not hard hearted enough."

"You will know that you are wrong."

"Oh, really? We'll see. "

"There are too many Providence in the Wulin to disobey..."

What's hidden in the dark, silent close

In the dark light is your last expression

I can't see clearly. The danger is not over

The promise once made has already fallen apart

I can't guess the truth. Cruelty continues

To cut off the fate of deception with a sword

The drama that you and I will leave at last

Can't see the crisis in the fog

It's like a broken pupil that can't tell light from shadow

I can't see clearly that the crisis is not over yet

Separated from a clear song, the endless silence

I can't guess the truth. Cruelty continues

Who's the one who sighs in his ear

The blood on the lapel

"Right always belongs to the winner. What I get now is Wulin, that's all. "

Unfolding the old letter in silence

Did you foreshadow the past

The unspeakable separation between love and hate

Up to now, there are only a few words among the dead

“…… It's just that. " (ethereal feeling)