You and I are supposed to be Jingchao's arms, so just think of me as a cold window. It's so lonely, but I don't say anything, just a lonely shadow facing the cold window. I would like to spread poems and books in front of the lamp, and I also hope that you will make meritorious service at the border and be awarded a title. I will wait for you to come back. My General Chu, I will accompany you in the future.
Intention: None, still haven't thought about it yet