He had an inexplicable journey in China, and he was immortal and immortal. From the time when the person he deeply loved accompanied him through that dynasty, his heart slowly turned into mist. He lived in the world of heaven and earth, and wanted to wander around in the world, but he had no where to go. He saw all kinds of red and purple, and turned into gray after a moment's notice. Three thousand prosperity, at the snap of a finger, will be nothing more than a handful of yellow sand a hundred years later. Fortunately, the love and deep love that I watched told me that in the next life, you will still be there, watching the emperors, generals, and armies. Their heroic love, our delicate singing.