Above the green mountains, under the snow, is it the chivalrous spirit of a young man, or is he plotting.
I remember drinking and laughing, drinking freely, the fragrance of wine spreading on my clothes.
I remember the bright moon was sparse, the ink was mixed with white, and my affection was indulged in the soft body.
I also remember the flashy moment when the sharp edge of your sword pointed at your throat.
——That is not right or wrong, nor is it right or wrong.
This is a chess game. If you don't win, I won't lose. Success or failure only depends on the vain youth on the sword.
Conception: