Three inches of sadness, a love flower blossoms, take a sip of black tea, and taste the sadness.
He was an emperor, who originally ruled the world, but was thrown into disarray by one person.
His military exploits were outstanding, he could never be defeated, and he could not cut off even a single strand of love.
He seizes the world, but it is sad that no one can talk to him about his sorrow, and his self-esteem is trampled on by no one.
I once thought I had grasped that person's hand, but found that a thorn had been buried deep in my heart.
Can't extricate myself anymore