Zhou Can, a modern man, traveled to the Republic of China in 1945
Lurking in the Military Command Bureau and joining hands with Shen Heqing, the second son of the Shen family
The story of a battle of wits and courage with the enemy for the victory of the Anti-Japanese War
The west wind swept through the yellow sand of Jin City, and the lights in the torture room swayed. That autumn, I saw him kneeling in the dust for the first time.
The west wind blows dust across the rich family of the Secrecy Bureau
Ford in front of the stage crushes half of the dusk
Torn marks on old shirt, blood-soaked white lining
A forced questioning, two points of view separated
Undercurrents take root and all parties compete for power
Pain hidden in the eyes, sighing that I am alone and wandering
Secret information hidden in the alley, smuggling gold and silver on board ships
The lights at the customs were dim and he was left alone.
The crown of hypocrisy is all for profit and gain.
A piece of paper lets you go, but how many troubles are tied up?
The autumn frost is getting deeper, I don't dare to confess my heart
Pretending to be humble in front of others, hiding tenderness in your eyes
Ten miles of grass on the slope, ambush and sudden rush
The roar of gunfire and the scars on the boy's flesh and blood
The mountain hides the traitor and hooks up with the disabled people from outside the territory
A piece of secret order affects the ups and downs of the whole family
Rumors abound, all trying to cling to the powerful
No one can see through, we have the same roots in the dark
Private meeting under the moon, lies to cover body tattoos
Pretending to be frivolous, hiding one's true feelings
Half a copper buckle, old article on hidden joint
Waiting alone for a long night, hoping that the situation will be a little more stable
The sound of autumn is getting colder and the fallen leaves have covered all the dust.
Half distracted, trapped in a cage of troubled times
Beacon smoke cages Jinmen, and everyone stands up despite the wind and rain
On one hand, he is a prisoner, on the other hand, he wields a sword.
Countless strategies are weighed, but love cannot be balanced
The old marks are hidden under the eyes and I dare not tell them clearly
When the frost and snow fall and all the disputes in the world are gone, I will step down from my official position and watch the mountains and rivers become peaceful together.
Concept: Walking on the edge of a knife
