Snow begins to fall in Yanbei again. When he was shot in the chest by a rain of arrows from the sky, the blood bloomed and fluttered with the snowflakes, which was really beautiful. And I still smile brightly. I heard the camel bells. I saw quicksand, rivers, and solitary smoke in the desert. I saw the Silk Road was thousands of miles long and had three thousand flags. The moonlight is like water tonight, and the yellow sand turns to ashes tonight. Under the demon moon, who is that person playing the flute? Let the years strip away the red clothes, but I have no choice but to be scarred... I want to go back to the desert... This is a completely imaginary dynasty, with all kinds of strange things coming in ╮(╯▽╰)╭ I won't say that I write imaginary things because I don't understand history~(≧▽≦)/~