I was just an ordinary high school student born in modern times, but I accidentally traveled to the Turks in the Northern and Southern Periods.
The people on horseback are all tall and powerful.
I barely lived among them but discovered their unknown side.
Be free and uninhibited, dare to love, hate, do, and be responsible.
Both men and women are like the wind on the grassland, moving as they please.
I found my true self here, and I also found true love that made me laugh, cry, couldn't help myself, and couldn't let go...
The author says:
As I write this, I'm listening to Guns N' Roses' Don't Cry.
I was moved when I saw the lyrics.
Imagine that the fit man was gently wiping away the tears on the woman's face with his rough hands.
Is that kind of softness that has been tempered with steel and wrapped around the fingers the most in my heart, or is it the author's bad taste?
(There are too many words and I can't add lyrics = =. Friends who are interested can go to the website to find them)