Later, I was the only one left here.
I thought that as time went by, there would be someone waiting for me at the end of the road,
But there is only glitz and spinning petals.
I will never touch that sword again,
The mysterious man was never seen again.
"Boss, pour the wine!"
Sitting on a bench outside the shop was a young man wearing a bamboo hat.
Look at his appearance,
Not like Han people.
I looked at his face quietly while pouring him wine,
The little boy at Ding Chang'an Pier,
He still carries the flute...
This is the end of the story. I don't know how many years will pass.
What kind of earth-shaking will happen next?
But I believe that those are the processes of life.
Murong Shu