Some people say that memories are messengers. They come one after another, and finally die on the way across mountains and rivers.
He ignored ethics and morals for the general he admired in his heart, paid a huge price, and endured the contempt and insults of the world. In the end, it was a mirror image. Seeing the general and the graceful woman beside him lingering in love, he couldn't help but suffer.
How humble is love? It is nothing more than despair.
General: "Don't be delusional, she is the only one I love!"
Tears flowed down quietly. He stared at the general's retreating back and murmured, "I just want you to be nice to me."