It was late spring, when they first met, he poured a cup of clear tea, and through the mist, he saw her smile, beautiful and sad. Without saying a word, he turned and left. The tea was cold and he was reminiscing, but he couldn't remember her face. At first, she was just a hazy and short-lived dream to him.
It snowed heavily that day, and we finally separated. Her wedding dress was like fire, and his filial piety dress was plain. She smiled sadly and said, "I will dance the last song for you." He silently handed over the sword, white snow was flying, and Hunter in red drew his sword and danced, which also captivated the country. Lower your eyes, drink a glass of strong wine, don't be mesmerized by the flying snow in the sky, don't be mesmerized by the world-famous dancing. The cup fell and the dance stopped. The distance between them was no longer a journey through mountains, rivers, wind and snow. They were so close to each other, but she was in his arms forever. In the end, tea is easy to cool down and dreams are hard to wake up from.