Originating from this life, it is difficult to interpret mandarin duck dreams. Looking back, we can realize that the dream is an illusion and it is empty.
Bamboo shadows flutter, red candles ripple, the sky is empty, clothes are wet with tears, the night is vast
The wind stirs the green leaves, like the sound of drums, blood spills, the vast mountains and rivers, talking about heroes
Who is the hero? What is right and what is wrong is difficult to understand. It drifts away and becomes empty in the end.
Huang Liang wakes up from a dream, the tears are not yet cold, the green screen window, the diabolo wind, the red candle is still rippling...