"Forget the dust, forget the dust, forget the world, forget the mortal world, oh, what a good name..."
It's wrong, but you don't know that my surname is Mo.
The still water flows deep, and the Sheng plays songs; the clouds and sunshine in the three lives are full of joys and sorrows.
I don't know when, I forgot, forgot, forgot all the illusions in the world, forgot all the prosperity in the world, in my eyes, only the prosperous falling flowers in my memory of that year and month were left.
The hatred of the country and the family, the intrigues and plots, and the calculations of all the agencies have never entered their hearts.
In a mirror, what he lost was a person, but he lost his heart...
"I was wrong after all..."
He is his disaster, but he has robbed him of his life.