Beside the Yao Pond, dancing, it's astonishing as if heaven and man meet for the first time; I'm still young, my feelings are slightly moved, my child's words are unbridled, but it's a hundred years, wrong! Wrong! Wrong!
The tree wants to be quiet but the wind is not stopping, a long-planned massacre and a thrilling palace coup.
You finish singing and I appear on the stage, intrigues and intrigues, how will this drama end?
A gust of wind, a dream, love blooms like a lotus. Although love is not cause and effect, it is destined to life and death!