Jing Shui: Who became whose calamity? Who shed some lovesickness tears for whom? Picking up that dusty time, I still remember that under the Bodhi tree, the wind gently picked up the smile at the corner of your eyes and tore apart the remaining light on the ground.
Su Ziyan: I once only served the common people, I once only asked the world, and I was once trapped in the city of self-sufficiency. The city made of paper and the soldiers who abandoned their armor will be defeated in front of you.