One snowy night ten years after Emperor Zhou Bai Yan conquered the country
A shooting star flashed across the sky
Time seems to go back to the night when he became emperor ten years ago
His eyes are still facing the portrait hidden behind the seven-layered veil of the nine-layered pagoda.
He closed his eyes
At that first thought, she got married
He was finally moved by the tears streaming down his face and the sound of pipa playing on the west side of the painting building.
Blood stained ink
After Rong Hua has passed away, he has already ruled the world
when looking around
The dead vine sprouts new branches
Time passes gently
Her eyebrows remain the same
Looking back at him upstairs under the moon
Alluring with a smile
Wait until he comes closer
The cinnabar between the eyebrows has disappeared...