The clear and bright wine on my back is gone, and the lingering snow in the blue sun is approaching dusk. If it hadn't been for that stunning dance, we wouldn't have met each other. Little did we know that it was a feast that had been planned for a long time. We thought it was the golden wind and jade dew meeting each other, but when we looked back at night, smoke started to rise in the court. The metropolis is like a farewell song for the rest of the life, but helplessness is an unforgettable place in the world of mortals, and the grass and fields are desolate. Your desire to fly will never die, and you will try your best to find out whether you are smart but you will be misled by your cleverness. But this time the curtain is pulled down, do you let go of your heart?
Feasting in the deep palace, meeting the golden wind and jade dew, under the lonely plum tree, it seems like we have seen each other before?
There are treacherous waves and intrigues in the court hall; there are intrigues and intrigues in the rivers and lakes, for love, for righteousness, for fame, for profit?
When the love of childhood sweethearts meets the true love of each other;
When yesterday's ups and downs turn into today's smoke again;
I want to ask, will you still be by my side at the moment when the world is wiped out?