This is a fate that unfolds in an imaginary time and space about the twelve gods, Gou Chen, Soaring Snake, and Xuanwu, just like the peach blossoms in April, which end and end. Just like the hibiscus in June, like resentment and complaint. Just like the rose that blooms every month, every season is a cycle. After giving up the Three Thousand Songs of Resentment, who else can speak?