The flow of life and death is worthless, and the world turns upside down suddenly.
And rejoicing in ruthlessness becomes liberation, and wanting to pursue the past has become a blur.
The aconite in the tung flower courtyard is white, and the fragrant grass in Tingzhou is red with tears of wild geese.
The golden ring of another life passed by with a flick of the finger, and the sky became color and empty.