"Whether you hate me or blame me, it doesn't matter now. Because I won't let go, neither the country nor you."
One is in harmony with Guiqu, and the other is for the country.
Beauty and withered bones, temples and rivers and lakes.
What he wants is a third part of the world, and a beauty like her; a prosperous and prosperous age, and a hand in hand through wind and rain.
Listen to a corner of the palace merchants playing a prosperous Sanskrit song.
When the prosperity is gone, we hold hands and look at each other, unaware that a hundred years of floating life, all kinds of fate, only each other is destined to be a good match.