"You lied to me that the road ahead was safe, you lied to me to prepare a banquet, but now I have gone through all kinds of hardships to get there, and what greets me is a blood-stained golden palace, with muscles and bones torn apart, thorns bathed in blood, and the ground is messy. You want me to be separated from you forever under this mottled blood. Since it is like this. So, what do I need from this vast, majestic and colorful world? Why don't I turn it into three sticks of loess and be buried in a green tomb for you? This powerful blade, the emperor's dominance, the sword's light and the shadow of the sword are all gone. In the end, who will hold hands with her and watch this picturesque scene together? "
