Three Kingdoms: A Man’s White Moonlight

The mighty Yangtze flows east, its waves washing away heroes. Right and wrong, success and failure, all vanish in a moment. The green hills remain, while the sun sets red again and again. White-haired fishermen and woodcutters on the riverbank have long watched the autumn moon and spring breeze come and go. They meet over a pot of rough wine. So many things, past and present, become mere tales over a laugh.