Who holds hands together? After saying goodbye, I cut off my lovesickness and wrote all my words of separation. A curtain of autumn rain makes me sad, and the old wine cools me down. The heart of a young man is worth looking back on. Qingqing rides to the end of the world and sings. The willows by the river are swaying like spring. Do you know that your temples look like frost?
I revisited it several times during the cold and summer seasons. Every drop of tear, between the eyebrows and in the heart, falls into wine. Where can I find the old scene from the old days? The bright moon comes up to the small building again. Over the years, secretly changed. Let the floating clouds follow the lonely boat. If the tapestry is torn, how can we embroider our thoughts? The person has failed, but the love has been accepted.
——"Golden Thread Song".
Fifteen years ago, a palace murder case brought shackles to the surviving man that he was destined to bear for the rest of his life. Fifteen years later, a dispute in the rivers and lakes involved him and her, who were equally quiet and intelligent.
The enigmatic "cult" son, the killer organization who is interested in revenge, the unruly young emperor, the mysterious and treacherous mastermind...
In whose hands will the world finally fall? How many people can get back once they enter the world?
After the thousand sails had passed, the boat passed away in the Lili basil. Suddenly, when I looked back, I saw only a waning moon, a river, a song of departure and a return of wild geese.