Perhaps one day soon, I will stand on the top of the sky and look at my future residence from the fighting platform in front of the Lingxiao Palace. My cold bones will be buried there, and snow will fall there all the year round and never melt. When that day comes, you can step on my dripping blood and climb to a place where you can live up to your expectations. Drink wine and sing, and walk in the wind. Then I, Luoling'an, will be able to mausoleum in Changning. (The full text is purely fictitious and has no basis. I just write it as I like. Please stay if you have a chance, and don't comment if you don't. Thank you very much. It is absolutely original and refuses to be framed.) This article is one-to-one, HE, and the introduction is basically updated every four weeks.