Love, hate and sorrow are fleeting.
The world is in such a hurry, it is just quicksand between the fingers...
When I returned to the pre-Zhenguan era and was forced to endure the joys and sorrows of this turbulent era, I had forgotten that I was not from this era...
In the end, it was still a dream, a Chang'an dream buried deep in the scarred and scarred heart...