He sat quietly in the high hall, his eyes full of flowers, but he felt lonely
Acquaintance, acquaintance, familiarity, maybe companionship?
Stay together, fall in love, promise each other, but we can only look at each other...
In the vastness of the world, it is possible to find a place that is not in this world and has no political power.
When the two countries clashed, it was the common people and soldiers who died, and two infatuated hearts were injured...
But where is the person in my heart?
Maybe it's looking at the moon across a peak, or maybe we can only meet in the next life...
He is an independent cliff, and the mountain wind is whistling by
The golden armor is gone, the hustle and bustle of the battlefield is gone, everything is silent...
I don't want to look at it anymore, I don't want to think about it anymore, I don't want to feel so helpless...
But things always backfire in this world. Conspiracies and tricks are like flowers passing by, and intrigues are like the bursts of pine waves...
Love is hard to leave, but the seeds of separation were planted at the moment of acquaintance.
Love is hard to break, and maybe we can renew our relationship many years later.