"Later, he hurriedly put his sword into my hand. I knew what he wanted me to do, but I didn't do anything. The gushing blood rushed with the cool autumn rain. His exhausted energy and the piercing eyes before I left were shattered in Qianqiu's glass of wine. I said regrets are inevitable, but the prosperity behind us is worthy of a dream.
"The wild geese have to fly south in winter.
But I want to spend this last winter with my north. "
Intention: The waves behind us roar again and disappear, but the current sea is still a tide that has not calmed down.