Jing Ke's feelings are difficult to calm down as he gradually leaves. On both sides of the Yishui River, in heaven and on earth, he sings to find a close friend.
A man dies for his bosom friend, and no one but you can listen to this song. It was clear that they were in love with each other, and what their hearts wanted, but in the end they failed him for the sake of that family and country.
The moon is falling, the flute is falling in the distance, and the red jade is falling in the palace. The jade branches are withered. At dusk, my heart is broken and my words are far away.
The miserable frost is here in Taiyao, but I wish the ice would break and the spring water would become clearer. But I saw the sad wind and the sloppy spring grass.
(This is a semi-fictional history, written by Jinggao CP, in fact, CB is also ok, it is an article by Shi Tong, there will be a bit of Wangchuan setting, such as appearance, etc., The author will update it from time to time, I will write it when I have time during self-study in the evening, if possible → go)
Purpose: History