Flowers are originally the dazzling treasures of the gorgeous season, but they left the trees full of youth for me.
The sword was originally the awe-inspiring righteousness of Aoshuang Hangu, which was unwilling to be degraded, but it forged a soul wound for me for thousands of years.
The bell was originally the refreshing and crisp sincere look at each other brought by the breeze, but it locked the unruly vow for me.
Qin, originally the mountains and rivers in the vast sea and sky at the end of the world, has created an eternal bond for me.
Reaching for the stars is the most bold and arrogant vow you have given me, but I am willing to write about our tomorrow for you.
Chasing deer is my firmest and boldest promise to you, but I am willing to go to the end of the world with you by sword.
After the tears, the flowers have fallen, the sword is still there, the bells ring, the strings are broken...