Many years later, I think back to those days, the bright moon, the flowing water, the beauties of that time... Maybe everything has long since disappeared in the wind of time, and it is no longer what it was like back then, but I prefer to remember those days. At that time, beauties did not grow old, and strong men did not let go of their sorrows. . .
We were too young before BC, and we were too old after AD. No one has seen that truly beautiful smile. From then on, you will be unique in your elegance, and who will accompany you to make the final interpretation.
The so-called love as deep as water is just a story of a romantic and snowy night; the so-called power over the world is just an illusion of glass prajna; the so-called heroes and beauties are just born to echo the literati and poets... (In short, the story of a woman and several men)