The red-walled palace is surrounded by double eaves, and my thoughts spread. Looking back at the Chenghuan Palace, all the vain fame and glory have turned into clouds and smoke. The scenes of hard work and obsession are repeated. All grudges, sorrows and joys end on a snowy night.
Watching the autumn leaves falling in front of the steps, I sang a long song to blame you for not seeing me, and let Yurong's tears dry up and she no longer smiled as before. The holy family members were given to death in their arms, and the sky was filled with wind and snow in an instant. Looking at beauty with cold eyes is the best way to win. The three thousand weak oaths in the palace could not withstand the slander after all. The sound of the piano is still lingering, and it cannot be played as before...