Ten years of life and death, the two aspects are confused. The snowflakes dancing in the wind seem to sigh for their past. The children hugging each other warmly in the ice and snow, now, one is the future Khitan King who conquers the Central Plains, and the other is a general who defends the Song Dynasty to the death.
One of them had forgotten those long-lasting beautiful stories, while the other mistook his real body for a substitute and did all the wrong things to break his cold and aloof wings.
Do you hate me? I know not to hate. Because you never took me to heart. How to hate without intention, how to seek without love.
But the dancing sleeves are so windy that people are silent, don't sigh that the floating emotions are still lingering. The people standing quietly in the cold wind seemed to be lingering and singing under the eaves, but they didn't say a word.