The world is in mourning and frost, and life is like flying feathers.
Those are flowers that cannot see the light of day, destined to only walk with the dark night.
——Xi Yan.
When they were young and frivolous, they had loved each other so truly and passionately, thinking that they could transcend all love and hatred of family and country, and abandon all worldly prejudices.
When we met again, the pure white flower was dyed crimson in the imperial capital's cage of power, desire, darkness and corruption.
After all, just like the sunset that blooms in the courtyard under the towering high wall, it will wither forever after a gorgeous moment at dusk.