What is good?
The one who benefits all things without fighting is water.
In this age of natural selection, who cares about the life and death of others?
He is personable but ruthless, holding a paper fan in his hand and jokingly watching the changes in the world and the changing dynasties.
She was lively and perverse but too dull. She held a ladle of weak water and looked at the ups and downs of the waves and the falling flowers chasing the water in bewilderment.
He and she passed by each other in the crowd. The other person was so conspicuous in the vast sea of people. Just one glance would make people never forget it.
She and he could not extricate themselves from the troubled times and pursue their dreams. In the end, did they play tricks on the world, or did the world play tricks on themselves?
Two extremes, ice and fire, wrong and right.
Looking back,
There seems to be tenderness between the enemy's brows, and there seems to be doubt in the eyes of friends...
The corrupt dynasty is lingering on,
You fight for me, you chase me, exhausting this vitality.
What is fame? What is gold and silver? What is loyalty? What is trust?
What? For good? !
You... Why...?