In every turbulent era, there are always some helpless things happening.
In the face of the fate of joys and sorrows, no matter you are a prince, general or commoner, you are just a floating cloud in the world.
In other words, the horns sounding from the border fortress and the solitary smoke rising from the desert cannot stir up the heroism in your heart or arouse your passion.
Then, why not just sit down, think about it slowly, and listen to me whisper to you this period of love between children in troubled times.