Above a thousand cities, white clouds linger, thousands of cups of wine are drunk, and the deceased king is dejected;
All the flowers have gone, the lonely bird has no shadow, the red heart is burning, and the jade book has been handed over.
This is an unknown world, and these people in the bloody storm were once young and sincere. Maybe one day, they are forced to confront each other and choose to forget, but they can still smile and think of the past when they face the world. Young people don't know the feeling of sadness. There is me and you. Very nice.