Whether what should happen in the future is being rehearsed before our eyes;
Will the history of people in the past still be buried under the dust in the future?
When the smoke fills the air, it scatters on the lonely streets. The lively lights of thousands of houses finally awaken the desolate lonely city. Who lays down their life to compose a song of despair and sing history?
Fifteen hundred years ago, whether the ever-lasting candle under the horse lantern would ignite the long river of history, the secret whine of the wind swept away the peace of the family.
Intention: All things are supported, where will people go?