In the troubled times of the Warring States Period, the breeze was sighing.
In front of thousands of armies, in the cracks of history,
He fought with her one by one, life, separation, death and farewell.
Victory and defeat, each is good at special events.
What remains unchanged throughout the ages is the vow made that night——
The warriors are armed with iron horses, their bones are piled high, and their blood is spread all over the Changping Valley.
But there was a crescent moon leaning against the late autumn, recording his whispers with her:
The moon is in love, love is in people, life and death are on the same road, and we share weal and woe!
Conception: