Xuan Yue: Die with a lingering smile.

Go to Xuan Yue, fall into flames, and be blown to pieces.

The aftertaste still exists, leaving the flavor of the song, giving consideration to both thought and meaning.

March: blood angel? 7? Seraphim's unpredictable darkness, death and wandering love. There is no love or enmity on earth, a broken heart and a road of no return. ...

April: Broken and dull tears.

Dark peach blossoms, scattered into the rain, lovers are ruined.

Pear blossoms will be dyed white and the battlefield will be broken. It became a bloody lament.

Lilith: The puppet on a lonely night has no tears. Witches at night dream of mourning your silver hair. Your smile is worthy of my life. I didn't understand the meaning of life until I met you.