That year, there was chaos and war everywhere. They were in their prime, wearing bright clothes and angry horses, and met in troubled times. That year, the political situation was turbulent and the eunuchs were in dictatorship. They keep a low profile and plot in secret. The one who turned the tide has fallen, but the one who helped the building is about to collapse. They went through thorns and thorns along the way, and their love secretly arose. But when the river was cleared and the world was at peace, they gradually drifted away. She didn't want to put on red makeup for him. From then on, she married her husband and raised her children, and was stable in this world. She loves him, but she loves the mountains, rivers, and people even more. He wanted to stay away from officialdom, live in seclusion in the countryside with his loved ones, and watch the flowers bloom and fall in front of the court. But he loved her, and for her, he fought on the battlefield and guarded the border. In the end, what was inseparable back then turned into how far apart they are today. Back then, love was hugging and kissing under the plum tree; it was the ups and downs in the hibiscus tent. Nowadays, love is a greeting in a crowded room; love is a hand that wants to touch but then withdraws.
Intention: Faced with a paradoxical fate, love is defeated