Beyond the window where tears and shadows fall I'm looking for the face that I chased that day
Lost and separated, counting the months and days Knowing our destiny
Someday, I'll have that wish in my hands The longing that I believed would connect us again Facing a clear sky that I have yet to see I prayed for one more time
Bleeding out Outside the window, the seasons flow by
In a corner of the room with gentle shadows
I still can't let go of the memories I left behind When did you die? The freesias on the windowsill
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Only dark, late at night, your dream Still vivid
Quietly, the days of the past that I spun The time that I clung to straight away I folded strength and weakness together I created this form
In the repeated vortex of reincarnation I've decided to surrender myself
Someday, I'll have that wish in my hands The longing that I believed would weave again Facing the still unseen, clear sky I prayed for one more time
Remembering the season In the shadows of the fluttering flowers
Beyond the window where tears and shadows fall I'm looking for the face that I chased that day
Lost and separated, counting the months and days Knowing our destiny
Someday, I'll have that wish in my hands The longing that I believed would connect us again Facing a clear sky that I have yet to see I prayed for one more time
Bleeding out Outside the window, the seasons flow by
In a corner of the room with gentle shadows
I still can't let go of the memories I left behind When did you die? The freesias on the windowsill
Only dark, late at night, your dream Still vivid
Quietly, the days of the past that I spun The time that I clung to straight away I folded strength and weakness together I created this form
In the repeated vortex of reincarnation I've decided to surrender myself
Someday, I'll have that wish in my hands The longing that I believed would weave again Facing the still unseen, clear sky I prayed for one more time
Remembering the season In the shadows of the fluttering flowers
The heavens tremble, thunder echoes, and there he is again, Xie Lian, wearing an apologetic smile. Eight centuries in the past, he was the revered martial god, the Crown Prince of Xianle. Now, for the third time, he ascends to the heavenly realm, but this time as a forlorn god who collects scraps, lacking any devoted followers.
On his initial mission, Xie Lian finds himself alone under the moonlight. In this moment, a kindly man clad in red leads him through the forest. However, as suddenly as he appeared, the man dissolves into a swarm of silver butterflies.
Xie Lian later discovers that this enigmatic figure was none other than Hua Cheng, known as the Crimson Rain Sought Flower, a Ghost King who instills fear in both demons and gods. Puzzled by why Hua Cheng, a formidable entity, would aid a Heavenly Official like himself, Xie Lian encounters San Lang. This young man possesses profound knowledge about not only the Ghost King but also the long-forgotten Crown Prince, prompting him to join Xie Lian on a journey to unravel the mysteries of their shared past.