The fifteenth day of the first lunar month in the forty-second year of the Southern Qi Dynasty was spring.
I searched for the other shore through the fire, but to no avail.
That day I heard a piece of grass, like Su and red flowers, named Sun Pavilion. This day it burned my body with fire. Where is the other side?
The miserable star and the moon make me lose my father. Probably she walked a journey, looked back, looked forward to a journey, and failed. Now looking back, the past is too painful to look back on. She was frivolous when she picked up her pen, as if she had traveled through two mottled lives. She had already become a young and frivolous person with a colorful and angry horse... She wrote a poem called: Nangong Jiu Ci.
The cold beauty Nangong Ci vs. The wan and powerful minister Mu Wan
Intention: Youth and frivolousness will eventually go away with the wind, and they will live a new life. At the beginning, they only want to shed blood on their enemies, but in the end, they just want to avenge themselves. There are not so many obstacles that cannot be overcome. Once it is over, it is over. Apart from one life, they can't afford to pay for anything. In the end, they will never be able to reconcile and get over it. After crossing it, I felt relieved, no longer torturing myself, and my revenge was avenged. Hatred means hatred and sorrow. When you feel relieved, just let yourself go.