The smoke has dispersed from the Hall of Heroes, and the bright pearls illuminate the universe.
The lanterns in Changle Palace are burning all night, and the sound of wooden fish can be heard outside the palace walls. In this imperial city of blue bricks and black tiles, there are only endless disputes and fights. The robes of spring and autumn are like water, and the green hair turns to silver. There is no escape from the changing winds and the haunting love ghosts.
Intention: Turmoil, what can change is destiny. But it never changes, a person's initial clarity.