What is on the north side of the Great Wall?
Is it the bleak autumn wind whistling between the swords of the Warrior Gate?
Is it the setting sun that spreads like blood and tears across the vast battlefield?
Or is it the weeds mixed with white bones everywhere?
The wind and dust are passing by, the music and books are gone, the pass is in depression and the land is in trouble.
A general will die in a hundred standings, and a strong man will return in ten years.
Countless bones beneath your feet create a prosperous and dreamlike capital city.
In the atmosphere of singing and dancing, is that clear face as bright as snow standing alone outside the glitzy palace gate!
That face carved with fat and carved with ice was the other side that he could never reach in his entire life——
The long yellow sand, the debris comes,
Blowing away all traces that could be left behind,
However, he still remembered her clean and transparent smile——
Just like when he rescued her from horseback——
Just like before, she shyly said: I like you——
no
How could he deserve it?
How could a noble princess be owned by a slave?
He remembers how harsh his rejection was
It hurt her deeply, and also froze myself——
Now that he holds military power, his iron-blooded and resolute heart is no longer accustomed to any comfort.
However, why are there signs of tearing in that lonely and cold figure——
The wind in Mobei whistles without interruption——
Just wait for the tragic dawn with nostalgia for her——
Everyone has everything they want to protect,
And he will definitely shed the last drop of blood in his body for her——
Thousands of years of family and country,
Wherever she is, there is a home and a country. . . . . . .