The wind blows outside the curtain at midnight,
Blowing dreams without a trace.
Who is the same person as the painter?
Remember the jade hairpin tilting the fire,
The treasure seal became empty.
Looking back at Zijin Peak,
The rain is moist and the smoke is thick,
Yijiang Chunlang wakes up from drunkenness.
The tears I shed the day before yesterday are still there,
Bullet and Zhenghong.
Family love is as cold as water, betrayal is so heartbreaking, from this world to another world, boundlessly tossing and turning in the prosperity.
The unpredictable future, the intrigues in the palace, the foggy scene in troubled times, betrayal and loyalty, cruel plunder and love that goes hand in hand with life and death,
She non-stop skipped the scenery along the way to protect the people she couldn't let go of.
Looking back again, although things have changed and people have changed, that person is still there.