The gongs and drums on the stage are sonorous, singing about talents and beauties, joys and sorrows. There was an undercurrent surging under the stage, but what was being performed was
I can't help myself, and my life is like floating in the sky. When all the hustle and bustle dissipates and heavy snow covers the Star City, he will finally be alone
After singing his own drama - coming from the dust, going back to the dust.
Concept: When a person hears the ending of his life in advance, how should he walk through the middle
That flowery road