Half a lifetime of mist and rain, one day I fell into a dream.
What was by the lotus pond back then is now the beacon tower.
After countless flashes of swords and shadows, I stood on the golden platform and swore a life-and-death contract.
"I always think that if I were just a country girl and you were a scholar, even if you left this troubled world behind, you wouldn't be reviled by thousands of people."
The white snow fell, extinguishing the flames of war, and also extinguishing the iron bones and tenderness.
"In the next life, I will marry you first..."
The flames of war are everywhere, and thousands of miles of mountains and rivers are dreaming.
Concept: Red beans grow in the south, and when spring comes, a few branches will grow.