If some past events are not uncovered and allowed to rot, they will sooner or later break through the thorns in the dust. It will hurt not only me, but also you - it was a dream for nineteen years. This broken world will eventually have to wait for its owner to personally uncover these long-rotted flesh.
From the time when the sun rises and the moon sets in Cangshan Mountain, from the startling glance back at Yunzhou, from the ambiguity of the intrigues in Fengcheng, from the desert to the south of the Yangtze River, from Saibei to Fengqi - if this is fate that has already been destined, encounters, entanglements, injuries, conspiracy, betrayal, warmth and coldness, despair... If nothing can be changed from the beginning, the tragedy of troubled times, the end of heroes, and the twilight of beauty. That song makes me drunk, but it is the years of passion, the wind and frost on my temples. The destination in troubled times that I put on the top of my heart, actually cut off all escape routes for myself with my own hands.
The continent is divided into four quarters, and the ambition is just around the corner. This ray of longing has nowhere to take root like mustard grass. Where does the lonely soul from another world return to its roots? Along the way, there are always some people who don't belong to you. Fate has made a joke. Looking back suddenly, things have come and gone, and I can never go back to the past. How many patient embraces are there around me?
That year's flower of the other side finally flew past our fleeting years, losing all its spring glory...