In the past life and this life, it was always cold at high places!
No matter how you change, you will always be lonely inside.
The Forbidden City is a glorious but cold prison; the imperial home is a glorious but desolate tomb.
After a prosperous dream, only prosperous tombs are left
So what if I have a beautiful face that never changes? ? There is no greater sorrow than the death of one's heart
Epiphyllum is beautiful, but only for that moment
The chrysanthemum is strong but has no intention
The chess pieces are helpless in the battle; the chess pieces are free after the battle.
No matter how I move, I will always be a chess piece controlled by others.