The clouds are rolling, the flowers are withering, and the flowers are blooming. I have always been a small chess piece in the chess game of all sentient beings.
Love, hatred, power entanglement, suddenly looking back, it turned out to be just a dream.
Only that glimpse of attachment will never change, even after many hardships.
I once thought that I would repay double what I owed, and I would always remember those who harmed me. But in the end, I realized that all I wanted was to live a lifetime without envy of mandarin ducks or immortals.
The king is the tyrant, the mountains and rivers are picturesque, no match for the cinnabar between the brows, I am willing to take over the world for you.