Born in the South Lion and raised under the Lion. He is his lion's head and he is his lion's tail. From the pond of the ancestral hall to the high stakes, from a child who was unable to stand on a horse to a young man who could pick off anything high, they lived together for ten years, but they completely broke up due to a misunderstanding. When they met again, what separated them was no longer a lion quilt, but countless silent nights and thousands of words each had swallowed.
Until the ancestral hall was moved to another location and the drums sounded, they were pushed back under the same black lion. Breaths intertwined again, heartbeats overlapped again, and I realized that behind those "betrayals" and "departures", there were repeated insincere feelings...
Under the lion quilt, there is no distinction between you and me. This is what the Southern Lion taught them.
Intention: Under the lion quilt, there is no distinction between you and me. This is what the Southern Lion taught them.