"I don't love the waist of the palace, but I only admire my fellow robes. A sweet sound will bring more peach blossoms twice. I sleep deep in my sleeves, ants gather in the spring far away, check the car and the horse, and the coins from Shushan are crossed by the waves.
The past dynasty is gone, no longer heroic, lovesickness is painful, but also Tao Tao. The broken ridges of the cold mountains, the long nights in lonely houses, no one comes, no one asks, no one knocks. "
The smoke of history is rolling away. Don't let those graceful and beautiful women fade away with the passage of time. Their love is a moment of glory and a stroke of history, but it is a lifelong memory...