The black hair is messy, the empty cup is full of fragrance. The red candles are scattered and the jade fans are broken. The lights are on at dusk, the cold mountains are wandering alone.
Young man's sword, my hometown, the end of the world. The court was silent for a long time due to wind and snow. Reminiscing about the past, the tears dry up, and the joys and sorrows fade away.
I plan to start a series. This is the first part... But there is no second part...
Intention: