Machiavellianism is a double-edged sword
The boy who longed for an ordinary life finally went to the battlefield
The girl who was looking forward to her husband finally entered the court
It has been a hundred years since I turned around, my beauty is old, stained by the world, withered for thousands of years, with no return date;
There are three thousand dreams in floating life, there are many flutes and swords, there are no poems and wines, sitting alone thirty thousand feet, empty and lonely