The sky is full of red clouds, the strings and bamboos are ringing, the chariot is swaying lightly, entering the pepper room is the most beautiful scenery, the golden house is hidden, the harp and harp are singing, singing and expressing one's heartfelt feelings to the wine.
Dusk passes and morning comes, my youth fades away, but I see a new person. Continue into the eternal alley, crowned with jealousy, abandoned by the side, solo to mourn, drink away my sorrows and talk desolately.
Unable to be ruthless, I immediately established a new master. There is only one death to show my heartache. The flames engulfed Nagato. I have no intention of escaping. The sorrow and music are low. The embers are left in the empty space to pour out the sorrow.
This is her life. Chen Ajiao, this woman who had to live in seclusion in the palace, this woman whose years were spent wrongly and whose love was wrongly promised, this woman who was originally so bright and beautiful, finally disappeared, and disappeared in the fire that burned for three days and three nights in Nagato. All traces of her presence in this world disappeared with the fire, so completely, as if she had never been here. What about the passionate but ruthless emperor? What about the young man who once danced a sword among the peach blossoms in the sky like a banished immortal? What about the boy who said, "Gillian, when I grow up, I will build a golden house for you to live in"? Where is he? Where was he when Gillian was in boundless darkness and soaked in biting ice? I'm afraid I just linger in the gentle countryside and don't care. No! How could it be indifference! It was him... It was him who pushed her into the dark night with his own hands! It was he who planned this cruel ending! Liu Che! If time could be turned back, I would never meet you!