One mountain, two mountains. The mountains are far away, the sky is high, the smoke is cold, and the water is cold. I miss the red maple leaves.
The chrysanthemum blooms, the chrysanthemum dies. The flying geese have not yet returned, and the wind and moon are idle behind the curtain.
A chance encounter between a sinister national master and an old demon in the mountains led to an unknown love affair that lasted for hundreds of years...
Intention: Return as a young man