In the Republic of China, warlords fought in a melee. In just a few decades, it was China's most turbulent era.
Who can guarantee that the love behind the bullets and conspiracy will still be pure and innocent.
Who can promise that the sweetness of youth will not lead to falling in love and killing each other in the future.
The rose in your palm is the lily in other people's hearts.
Your bloody nostalgia is the quicksand that others desperately hold on to.
That's it, the great times are magnificent.
That's it, the little guy is shattered to pieces.
Our love for each other cannot be wasted by these wonderful years.