"There really is a hint of a Blood Sacrifice..." Liu Tianen's voice got quieter and quieter, as if afraid to startle something.
Zhou Xuan assisted in the analysis.
"This poem, its original meaning is 'fate that is unknowingly stirred and grows deeper and stronger; living people might die voluntarily for the sake of fate, while the dead might be revived because of it! If living people cannot die voluntarily and the dead cannot be revived, it's because fate hasn't reached its extreme.'"
"Of course, the lyrics are fixed; changing a few words is still not enough to convey Mr. Dai's personal experience, but based solely on these lyrics, Mr. Dai must have seized some kind of fate, this mystic power that comes with such fate can transcend life and death.
Such great fate doesn't come out of nowhere, naturally it comes from..." Zhou Xuan deliberately didn't finish speaking, pointed up to sky, then pointed down to earth, leaving the rest unsaid.
Heaven and earth,
Gods and ghosts.
