Years later, it is still a dream that cannot be opened. The reddish blood mark of the night carves out the peony that bloomed in the past, and the cold edge of the thin sword carves out along with the ice-condensed jasper grass mark under the foot. A pipa song fills my heart with sadness, and the wine is warm and cool. Bai Jin quietly caressed the black pipa, looking at the purple light flowing on the pipa and a ray of blood from ten years ago.
There was a sudden sound, the flowers and jade were broken into pieces, the fragrance was flying and dancing, and the moon was startled by the movement of fingers.
Bai Jin sighed softly. The moonlight illuminated his frosty long hair and crimson gown embroidered with peonies. It illuminated the ruins of the well, the shadows of the floating trees, the cold corpse, Bai Jin's half-drowsed dark blue eyes, and the flowery smile of Bai Jin in his memories.
Ten years is not a short time, but he is still charming. Bai Jin is not a legend, because Bai Jin said:
"Ephemeral flowers cannot appear for ten years!"