Nostalgia turns into obsession, repeating three lives in the forgotten story.
This dream was a long and painful one. If you have never seen its prosperity, if you have never experienced it... It was he who broke this flashy dream and made all those who were intoxicated in the dream know the cruelty of reality again.
The door of the cold palace was opened, and she greeted him alone with a knife. At this moment, the news that the emperor had fled with his concubines and officials was no longer a secret. The people who were kept in the dark were ignorant and innocent and faced the sky full of gunpowder smoke alone.
In that small Maweipo, they were no longer moving forward. A piece of golden armor surrounded the ruined house from all directions. He finally had to make a decision. "Prosperous times need embellishment, troubled times need comfort." There is no choice.
In this short life, I have no regrets, and now I am already alone. Put on that skin, put on that clothes, step on the old tree, and end with a single piece of white silk.
I thought I could leave like this, but the warm flute sound floated in my ears. When I opened my eyes, I saw orchids in the blue sky, like a dream, I don't know what reality is...
This dream was too long after all.
You live at the head of the Yangtze River, and I live at the end of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day and drink the water of the Yangtze River together without seeing you.
Maybe we'll meet again——
