A generation of emperors had the strategy and wisdom to plan the world, but they were unable to strategize and plan every step of the way in love. Love is as impermanent as the wind and snow, but it is instantly broken. Even if the wind and snow enter my lovesickness, we know and promise each other but cannot stay together. In my life, I have unified the troubled times and dominated thousands of miles of mountains and rivers. After counting all the mechanisms, I realized in the end that all the prosperity will eventually come to an end. It turns out that I have always owed you an apology. I'm sorry, actually my love for you has never changed, I just used the wrong way of expressing it. If there is an afterlife, would you give me another chance?