"The shadow of the crane crosses the cold pond, and the soul of the flower is buried in the cold moon."
After Yin Li finished playing "Li Shang", the setting sun shone on her red dress, seeming to penetrate her loneliness and dye the earth blood red.
It doesn't matter whether you are born with a thousand people's fingers or you die with a pile of bones.
After all, time can never go back to those things - traveling with you on horseback, sharing life and death together.
She held up an even brighter red skirt and left amid the flames of war.
It's as if this is the time of rebirth.