The sky breaks through the clouds, who loves and forgets to return home, no matter how rich the wine is in the late autumn, the wine will clear the breeze, and the person will remain the same at the end of the song
Who is it, leaving behind the world and drinking in hatred, turning over the clouds and rain with hands, not knowing the person in his heart?
Dreaming back from a hundred miles away, the past has been abandoned, and there is no body to return to.
Do you ever regret it?
"Those who enter our city will have their past lives forgotten, their names will be lost, and they will not be tolerated by the world. Will you be willing to end up with nowhere to return?"
"No regrets."