Thousand years is such a long process. Like a dazzling anemone young man, swaying and wandering in his destiny. Is he the demon king roaring in the wind and clouds, a young man as gentle as jade, or the guardian of the lonely underworld for thousands of years. Thousands of years have turned into a void of tears, a soft smile, an eternal soul... All the so-called emotions are nothing but lotus flowers shining dazzlingly under the moon. After the light recedes, it is the deepest darkness and eventually becomes mud... The so-called lotus flowers that grow out of the mud and remain unstained actually contain the deepest despair. It won't be revealed, but it won't disappear either. It just exists and shines eternally.