A life-and-death catastrophe along the way, with a bit of autumn coolness remaining. When I was a proud and celestial young man, I waited for my beloved to look back, and the past was forgotten. I picked up the broken mountains and rivers, but never found them again. The young man dreamed of returning to the prosperous age and was shocked.
Outside the window are ruined mountains and rivers, and a glorious and prosperous age.
Above the head is a dream-like starry sky, burning in flames for years to come.
The people around you are your sweethearts.
Intention: If you don't build a famous and hidden forest, the glory and carnival will be paid off. In a word: I just want to be low-key