The north wind sings, the winter snow dances, look at these troubled times, how many times have things been busy, and how many times have the owners changed?
Is it a coincidence or a premeditated plan behind all kinds of disasters?
Flowers and clear dreams are fleeting. Who can bear the responsibility of the rise and fall of the country and restore the well-being of the people?
A noble lady, a noble son, a strong-armed general, who can be together for the rest of their lives?
Destiny comes and goes, gains and losses, this floating life is just like this;
The hometown is full of emotions and the sea is blooming with flowers. When will this storm stop?