Under the plum blossom tree, whose heroic spirit is buried?
Weeping and singing every night, complaining about our infatuated love, who wasted his time.
The eyes of the emperor, the hearts of brothers, the pain that cannot be relieved.
Under the dragon chair, on the stairs stained with blood, who can help me climb up?
Clearance, violation, everyone's character settings have changed.
This is a story about love, nothing more.