It was a poignant love, a sense of regret that one does not know how to cherish. The sky is covered with snow, and the two men are flying with swords; they are in unparalleled splendor, and the horns and pavilions are singing together.
The most tender look in his eyes was the envy of heaven and earth. Holding my son's hand, they grow old together, but they have no choice but to be reunited...
[Remarks] Because I feel that the name and background of the original version are somewhat inappropriate descriptions of China, I have slightly modified them. Although the article is a fan, some artistic modifications have been added, so the name of the protagonist has been changed.