"I brought back a song." She sent Lian Suwen back to the mountains, and the nightingale's song carried a hint of human sorrow. Looking at the everlasting bright moon in the sky, I opened the wordless book, and the pages were actually empty under the moonlight.
"Some things will fade when written down on paper, so you have to listen carefully."
She listened quietly to the nightingale's song that came from afar and carried the scent of human fireworks.
Lian Suwen, this nightingale spirit will return to the mountains and forests with her short but gorgeous memories with the human emperor, and her singing will always carry a hint of human fireworks and sadness.
Intention: It may not be possible to change the torrent of history, but every choice, every struggle, every love and hate they make in the torrent is in itself the only resistance to the cold fate.
