The era is full of calamities for the people, and everything begins when the emperor falls.
Chivalrous, tender and heroic, he lives and dies with no regrets or blame.
The cold sword in white clothes dominates the world, and who is waiting for the endless reincarnation?
Beauty is like a flowing smoke, and the passage of time is lingering.
Notes for reading: 1. Updates may vary.
2. Products of imagination
3. It may be a pit
4. Please forgive me for the poor writing style.
5. There will be nondescript and non-rhyming poems, so please be careful.
Intention: Too great to forget love and end up infatuated