The moonlight is reflected in the West Lake, and the bonfire lights the candle. I went from light to lost, just like drawing a sword and being poisoned.

Poisoned, lost reputation, lost heart, lost love. The petals fell and the flowers withered, leaving Fengbo Pavilion alone.

I am like a maze, a trap, and I am like someone who has taken sleeping pills. My miserable smile still has a bit of arrogance left in it.

Years make the past look light, time washes away memories. The bumps and bruises in the story leave too many regrets.