The palace has high walls, becoming a king, and being defeated as a bandit, buried with many miraculous achievements, saintly virtues and eternal infamy. Three feet of loess lay behind the person's front and back, and countless ambitions for hegemony were buried. In the long history, who will leave a name? In the blink of an eye, three hundred years are just a short-lived dream of prosperity and prosperity. Dreaming back at midnight, a story of love, hate, anger and infatuation is left with a heart-broken song of tragedy. Looking back, my soul is broken and my dreams are shattered.