In the past, when we were facing each other across the door, neither rich nor poor, high or low, could stop the love of brothers. At that time, I was young, wearing bright clothes and angry horses. Some people wanted to fight with swords to the end of the world, while others wanted to redress the injustice. Year after year, when the country is in danger, who is wearing gold and holding the sword, and the green blood stains the peach blossoms outside the city? Who finally grows up and defends the mountains and rivers behind him? The world is prosperous and peaceful, but who is left to watch the peach blossoms alone?