These were the last words he left for me before he went off to the battlefield. I put the little flying swallow, which symbolizes freedom, into his hand, nodded with a smile, and made a promise that I couldn't keep: "Okay, I'll wait for you."
The silent language of flowers is a blessing and a farewell - he left without ever thinking of surviving.
But this is a lie. He knew that he was destined to be wrapped in horse leather and unable to return. And he didn't know that the people he asked to wait for him were already terminally ill and had no future.
In the end, the general's blood spilled at the border and his soul guarded the mountains and rivers. The king sat withered in front of the lamp and died coughing up blood. Destiny finally granted each other "freedom", but was so stingy that they didn't even give them a hug.
The world is vast, may you be truly free.
I'm sorry, my love, I have been lying to you from beginning to end
Purpose: To explore the entanglement of love, lies and fate, and to show the emotion and helplessness under tragedy