I can't sing all the dreams of rise and fall, and I can't play all the sad sighs. How desolate it is to look at the country with your eyes wide open! I just wait
Pluck the complex strings to convey resentment, turn to other tunes to write about sorrow, and slowly play Tianbao's past events.
——"The Palace of Eternal Life. Tanci"
When a ballad of hatred against the sky spread throughout the Central Plains, the aloof rulers should have known that their throne was unstable.
Suddenly, the wind and clouds surged, and the rumbling thunder shook every inch of the land.
The shouts broke through the silence of the tomb, and the rising spears pierced the sky...
When everything returned to dust after the baptism of blood and fire, all the people and things were solidified in the yellowed pages of history books and became legends.
Him and him, him and him, she and him... And them, them... The love and hate that are constantly being cut and confused,
It's just a line of eyebrow comments written between the lines filled with wind and cloud.