Mei Ren (媚人)

The people in this grade are misdiagnosed.

The grievances must be loud to catch high-class lovers.

The deeper the new tricks, the more you take the first cut.

We're witnesses to each other, waiting for unfamiliar nobles.

What kind of formation are you setting? The fox spirit is possessing.

His dye is too deep, quickly cover up the poisonous patterns.

We are both wounded and bruised, fabricating fate, then pretending to be innocent bystanders.

To embellish half a lifetime, the remaining warmth is sacrificed to false saints.

We once shared the same devotion, with a protective deity releasing the old, gathering new grudges.

If I wake up one day, the charming person in the rumors hasn't left the novice village.

Wait until you climb to the top.

Then you can switch to another person.

We are both wounded and bruised, fabricating fate, then pretending to be innocent bystanders.

To embellish half a lifetime, the remaining warmth is sacrificed to false saints.

We were once so naive, in awe of gods and ghosts, repaying the plain people while swallowing raw and cooked.

Afraid that when I wake up, the infected charm person still refuses to let go of the ropes.

Sitting calmly while nurturing obscurity.

Full of desire.

Let us set sail with beautiful songs, allowing the stars to shine upon the rogues.

I once broke an arm to survive, the most painful person, yet I never spoke up.

Thank you to the vast multitude piecing together giants, reopening and re-examining an old city.

Let the self-centered lover have nowhere to hide.

Let those who use love strive to maintain their dignity.