One is a well-dressed young man with top talent;
One is a martial arts hermit who has retired to his countryside;
The love in the past life has not been broken, and the love in this life is still connected.
The world wants me to study, become a talented person, take the top exam, marry a man and a woman, and be praised by everyone;
True love requires me not to forget, not to give up, to be myself, to become a man obsessed with love, and to deviate from Taoism;
The right path requires me to practice martial arts, become a knight, and turn the sun and the moon into hands;
The evil way wants me to be dissolute, to be an idiot, and to not care about right or wrong;
You and I are the threads in other people's hands, and we should be tied to this world.
I am so unlucky that my thread is broken, and my mist turns into clouds;
But the book is a song, and it is sung and spread.