"I am wandering in this world and cannot find your paradise.
Put the bottle in the east and the mirror in the west, wishing you could forget it. "
Troubled times. Beauty. Shadows flowing.
Rivers and lakes, sadomasochism, and hesitation written in tears.
The prosperity of Three Thousand East Passes away, and the tears of heroes gather together.
The moonlight on the lakeside is bleak, and no one can sleep tonight.