The beauty is singing, and the imperial power is at hand. Years are like wine, years are like songs, sections of the bumpy past are lost in the hustle and bustle, and each one is filled with weeping oaths and playing the flute. The tragic and joyful lives of four colorful women are entangled with the vast history of a majestic dynasty. Maybe, everyone has that kind of past in their heart, maybe it's a dream, maybe it's a place, or maybe it's a person. However, after experiencing the ups and downs of life, struggling through pain and helplessness, he gradually drifted away. After all these years, I vaguely recall the struggle and frivolity, impulsiveness and lack of regret back then. Can you still give me a faint smile? Stop thinking about your old friends and your homeland, try new tea with new fires, and pour poems into your youth. That's all for now.