Swords are like snow, people are like jade
Immortals are banished from heaven, and golden boys descend to the mortal world.
So what if I am ashamed of all the flowers? I cannot stop the turmoil of the world, and the world of mortals blocks...
The rivers and lakes are cleansed of dust, horses are galloping, and everything is quiet. After everything, is there still the love that we pursued back then?