Because of "Song in the Clouds", I fell in love with the Han Dynasty, fell in love with Liu Fuling, and was shocked by the hardships of Shangguan's little sister. A love that comes from thousands of years, a deep love that you know you can't do, and you know the history, but you still fall deeply in it.
The concept of time has faded, and the heart has cooled. But why is it that when she thinks of certain fragments, there is still an unstoppable lava of longing, a prairie fire, burning her inertia to give up.
In a night's dream, as if calling for thousands of years, wisps of golden light shine with the power of life. How do you tell this eternal love?