The saddle is lifted and the swallows are falling. Everyone is like a sad soul tied by the fishing nets all over the sky, looking for their own breath in the newly turned soil, not for anything, just to survive, not for anything, just for the meaning of living. Life cannot imprison a noble soul, and nobility does not just point to overlooking all living beings. Dressed in gorgeous clothes with bright skirts, she is that The Lord of Beidou Yuheng came to this world. He was a free traveler in the lower world. Silence was her, and the heat was her. There was fighting in Weibei, and he could not drink wine. He and she knew each other in troubled times. He thought they would not be moved, but on that night, he forgot the vastness of the nebula, and only remembered the tedious memories on the border of the human world, and the paper horses riding in the rivers and lakes. He was freed from his thousands of thoughts, and gradually shattered into butterflies in the wind...