After a long time,
My memory of the past began to blur. When the children were tangled in my lap and begging me to tell them about the past, I searched my brain and could only think of a few fragments that were engraved in my memory. But those entanglements, fights, and pains, stories that I thought I would remember for a lifetime, were all forgotten.
I only remember Rouyang's bright red skirt,
The sword with cold light drawn by Yun Jiang,
Zhongche's sad eyes,
And the hand that Youxuan stretched out to me when thousands of troops and horses were eclipsed.