In the smoke of war, a beloved man's dream is short. Why complain about separation in this life? I sigh and look back for a few years. One was a good general of the Republic of China, who overthrew the monarchy and established a republic with the world in mind. One is a young man from the Qing dynasty, who was romantically involved, sent pictures, and was at home in the world. There was wine in the awning boat, and sadness was expressed in front of the Chinese army tent. Seeing his tall buildings rising, seeing his walls falling into ruins. The setting sun is shining slantingly, and I will no longer be as young as I am. The bright moon hangs in the east, why bother asking that life is short.