What is the dream of the dynasty? It is the machinations, the huge scam that the ruler controls everything; it is the sin, it is the self-deception and mutual deception of the isolated islands; it is also the secular world, interests, from the shining crystals on the surface of the salt fields, the sleeping iron in the dark depths to the textile looms caressed by the factory owners.
What are monarchs and ministers? What is an old friend? What is love? The times are glitzy, and there are certainly many crowns and crowns. While drinking and drinking, business girls sang and danced to bring peace. The jade pillow is warm and moist, but after all, it is a stubborn stone. When I wake up from alcohol, I have a splitting headache. I push through the fog and fragrance, and everything I pursue is like a dream. Might as well drink freely.
(The prototype is a fanfic written by a senior high school class, co-created with my friend [May the Ming Dynasty] live forever)
Intention: Life is like a dream, walk and sing.