"It's just beauty created by gorgeous clothes and gold hairpins. Flowers in the mirror and moon in the water will not last long."
When the boundless beacon lighted up, the former prosperous capital was no longer there. It seemed like fire and meteors were scattered in all directions. People dispersed, leaving a city full of old things. The young people were still ignorant. They woke up from their drunken life and rushed to each other to compose this nameless elegy when the building was about to collapse.
"How dare you say this is a wrong path? If we can still move forward, there is still a way to retreat. We must not stop here."
This is the story of teenagers who grew up in the shadow of the collapse of a dynasty.
Intention: The sun and Qizhe start, and the night ends and the day dawns.