I heard spring thunder coming from the corner of the palace. It's always hard to wake up, I'm dreaming about ten continents, I sit and read in the mulberry field. The street stones are full of injustice and cold, and the eyes are full of autumn whale scales. No wonder, there is a calamity in Kunchi and it is covered with blood. The sky is leaning against the sky, and the sword is broken.
In that chaotic world, no one believes in beauty, no one understands true love, everyone kills, and everyone deceives. Page after page of parchment sprinkled with blood, time and again created the king smiling in pain, fate, hatred, betrayal, and parting. The child burying the corpse in the moonlight, the frozen figure in front of the sea of fire, the waiting cry in the rain, the heart-breaking tears at the bridge, and the desperate call from the cliff. They all seem to be denouncing that cruel era...
His duty as a strong man is ultimately a helpless deception. The pain in my heart is a sorrow that will last a lifetime.
Can you still laugh when you are in despair? Does it still hurt when you laugh? When we turn back, is there still a way? When you fall down……
Will you truly understand?
He is right...
At least we still have each other
And each other...