This is a story about gain and loss. Whatever you want, whatever you get, is never as good as expected. You don't care when you get it, but you cherish it after you lose it. In the end, there is often no second result except missing it.
This is an old-fashioned story about the rivers and lakes and the palace, and it is also a story about how to love without causing harm to each other. However, lovers love each other arrogantly and willfully in their own way, and those cares that they did not have time to express all turned into harm in the end.
The stream of light is fleeting, the afterimage is fleeting, and the fleeting light is fleeting, how can it remain in the human heart?
Young people in green clothes cherish each other, on the top of Kunlun Mountain, their souls and dreams depend on each other.
The youth is wild and wild in the world, the chivalrous bones are gentle and fragrant; it is difficult to let go of each other, and the world of mortals is so soft.
When will the wind, flowers, snow and moon rest? The lonely moon will be blood-red; what will be the connection between souls and dreams? His life is uncertain and this life is over.