A lonely battle unfolds between the love and hate of the two people.
The attackers want to avenge the country's subjugation and imprisonment, while the defenders want to recall the kindness of the past.
If the depth of love can drown your loved ones and besiege yourself into an isolated city, is it arrogant?
If hatred like a sea of blood caused him to betray the person in his heart, would he still feel hatred when he dreams back to midnight a long time later?
The war is broken and the five generals are gone, but their infatuation remains unchanged and they sing long songs.
When I return, the phoenix sings, and a pile of yellow earth is buried at dawn.
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