Sighing on the three thousand winds and rains in the world of mortals, people have dispersed before the song ends, leaving the world alone and sleepless.
He won the imperial hegemony and ruled the world, while she waited until the grass on his grave was standing and the bones turned to sand.
Whose eyebrows are missing whose smile is like a flower. Whose appearance messes up whose family, country and world. Whoever allowed it, the rivers and mountains are picturesque. Who abandoned whom? A stranger in the world of mortals
He once said that three thousand prosperity, at the snap of a finger, will be nothing more than a handful of yellow sand after a hundred years. Only you are my world.
Just,
At that moment, all the flowers fell and you resigned. At that moment, time was gone and nowhere to be found. At that moment, Lone Ying's clothes were wet with tears.
The wind blows, the heart is cold, and the longing is long; staring at the river, the heart is broken.