[The Feast of the Nine Provinces Continent, a legend once upon a time!
A dream that lasts for three lifetimes. Once you wake up from the dream, the world has changed! The quicksand dispersed at the fingertips, and three thousand questions came to mind. Looking back, the sky was filled with crimson color, the clouds rolled and relaxed, leaving only a legend...
If waiting for thousands of years is just the desolation of loneliness after waking up from a dream, then why do we meet again? The lost past is no longer a promise, but the pale moonlight caressed by the fingertips. After silence, the years have become a sorrow. Between you and me, it is just like the words of the Buddha, the eyes are full of empty flowers, and it is an illusion.
Years later, her heroic appearance still remains in the history books, with a proud and stern look; she sleeps in the blue sky, and the green shirt in front of her tomb remains the same, but it has been a long time; she is shocked by the white clothes, and a song of divine mourning is passed down from generation to generation...
"How happy is life, how painful is death, this person has passed away..."
"If I spend this life away, will I be able to live up to my responsibilities?"