Holding the harp in one hand behind one's back, one can become everyone, holding a sword in one's armor to level the world.
We can't see each other for ten miles in the imperial city, only red maples fall all over the sky.
I once held my hand and wished for a long life, but in a blink of an eye, heaven and man were separated.
Over the past few years, the sky has been filled with names, and the sky is filled with the names of old people.
Love, hate, and hatred in this family are all caused by the separation of imperial power.
I have lived up to the entrustment of the king back then, and I have only failed to live up to the long-lasting love of my children.
When Ande's royal power was at its peak, he said goodbye to you and told you about our old friendship.
If I can meet you in the next life, I don't want to be born in an emperor's family.
Regardless of glory, wealth and fame, I only want to pick chrysanthemums under the eastern fence.