Simple version:
The history of a thousand years ago reappears, and there are many wars and iron horses.
What is buried in the sky is not only the heroic pride, but also the deep-rooted tenderness that rots deep in the heart.
Implied version:
Yun Xiu left. The moment Wang Zigui closed his eyes, he felt his heart move. Looking back, he saw that the man who fell on the ground had been buried by the wind and sand. There was only a piece of red clothes left in the vast wilderness. It was shocking...
After the mantis stalks the cicada, the oriole follows, and after the oriole there is the hunter. The hunter is just one of the many living beings. The world is interconnected, and who is using whom, and who misunderstands whom. It is originally a web that keeps getting messed up with cutting, peeling off layer by layer, but it is just a tangle of flesh and blood, layer after layer of pain, and the heart is rotting in the layers of restraint.
After all, I'm here to mess around with JJ. . . . .