The bloody storm started, and the waning moon shone on the road ahead. The ignorant Jun Qian was pushed to a high position, with his hands full of resentful souls; Mu Qingge, who yearned for freedom, was trapped in a high wall and had no freedom; the delicate and soft Chu Sheng wandered in the rivers and lakes, wandering alone...
Until we meet again.
When we cry, life is born, and what follows is a predetermined encounter. It seems that it is already destined that we will meet and become each other's light.
We supported each other and grew up, leaving behind countless laughter and laughter, the cicadas chirped in summer fatigue, and thousands of pear trees bloomed. Farewell was imminent, and I saw the green maples turning red, just like a crazy dream, remembering only an autumn appointment.
I returned from the abyss of the sea of blood, died and committed a crime, but met again in the spring of March, when all things were beginning to flourish.
The dusk is heavy, the palace walls are high, and it has been cold for half my life. I send you idle messages, not disturbed by love, just because I haven't met you yet.
Passing through low clouds and flat rivers, returning from a journey of thousands of miles, laughing without tears. Question again: When will you return? I would like to see a raindrop passing through the hall when there is no wind or rain or sunshine.
May we all go to that autumn appointment ten years from now with high spirits.
Mission: Be honest and keep your word, do what you say