The pen is written, the war drums are beating, and the thousand-year elegy is blowing in the wind.
Throw yourself on the battlefield and come alive, abandoning the king and crying without seeing him coming.
The city is in panic, the city is in chaos, and the city has collapsed. I ask heaven and earth who to turn to.
The sunken fish and wild geese are intoxicated by the lingering clouds, and there is no return to the panic in the desert.
When a lonely army fights, all of them face each other. The yellow sand does not wait for those who fight to return home.
Recalling this charming face, it is so charming that it is difficult to follow the bells and drums as the bells and drums ring.
The song is as crisp as flowing water, and the heart is like flying sand.
In the end, the deceased is like this, and fate comes and goes, just like water.
Everyone has something that they want to protect with all their life.
For ten years, she has been guarding a love that has disappeared.
Or a city full of wars?
When the spark of love quietly breaks out again, when the fire of war ignites again.
Did she choose to continue to protect her, or to give up?
However, when everything disappeared like smoke and was lost in the torrent of history.
Who is it, playing that thousand-year-old elegy under the setting sun in the desert?