At the turn of the Three Kingdoms and the Jin Dynasty, smoke flew into the air during the turbulent times, and the boats and oars disappeared into ashes. Holding my son's hand and growing old together? It's just a joke.
The white clothes floating in the lake are just a dream of yellow beams; the green scarves in the alley are just flowers in the mirror of the water and the moon. There is only a piece of silk between love and hate, and there is only a cliff between life and death. No matter the bloodthirsty sword or the beautiful beauty, they will eventually wither in the dust and melt into the loess.
Han's Weiyang, I hope you will not forget it and don't lose your Qinggu... But my Qinggu has been lost long ago because of you.