Rivers and lakes, but mountains and rivers, you, me and her.
A young man enters the world with a sword, a jug of wine in his waist, and graceful figures embracing each other, but the world in his heart becomes increasingly difficult to see.
The rivers and lakes have been in the rain for ten years, and the grievances and grievances are just a matter of swords.
Looking back again, I say goodbye to this world with one sword.
