He said: "Can you accompany me through this long night?"
He said: "I won't let you leave this time. Even if I betray the world, I won't be able to change my heart."
He said: "If you are tired one day, please don't forget that my shoulders are always empty for you."
The rolling water of the Yangtze River flows eastward, and the surging history contains bitterness. Qianqiuxue is just an insignificant part of history. Leaning against the building, listening to the wind and rain, watching the rivers and lakes indifferently. All the emotional entanglements, until the last sentence: A beauty grows old in a blink of an eye, and the world is as dusty as dust.