Awakening from a big dream, it feels like a lifetime ago. Is it to be independent and remain sober and indifferent as an outsider with a cold eye, or is it to bow into the play and perform an enchanting performance that has exhausted its youth? The sea is wide enough for fish to leap, and the sky is high enough for birds to fly. What is a man? What cannot be seen through is love, what cannot be guessed is cause. Han Ruochu raised his head stubbornly, breaking through the mist that had lasted for thousands of years. He was willing to lift his freedom above the clear sky, float with the clouds, and sway with the wind. The sky cannot restrain him, nor the earth restrain him! Hehe, I made another cover. Does this one look good?