In troubled times, the country is roaring with war horses. In the war-torn world, who accepts someone's calamity becomes someone's obsession.
On the left is the country, on the right is you. I want the country, and so do you.
But I remember the grace that everyone in the world could see. Just because I loved you too much, I never let go. But in the end, it still fulfilled your life with him. Just don't forget, don't forget that man's madness. . .
If we had already made a promise, there would be no need to show our baldness.
But don't forget the beauty of the rice paper showing through the ink. The promise of a pair of people for a lifetime cannot be replaced by your looking back. Everything in the world is contained in those bare hands. I can paint mountains and rivers thousands of miles away, but I can't paint that pair of beautiful eyes.
If you act wild, I will dedicate myself to you in this life.
Have you ever remembered the banished immortal who gave him the courage to forget each other in the world and fulfilled your sentence? If you are ruthless, I will give up. Wishful thinking can never be forgotten between two people. Your forgetfulness is nothing more than his looking at each other. In fact, as long as you turn around, you can see his lovesickness. The garden is filled with peach blossoms and lovesickness. . .
Thousands of prosperity have come to an end, but only one, and the mountains and rivers will remain silent forever.
Dependent origination and cessation, dependence and fall, emptiness.