After a rare new dream, An Yumian woke up and found himself lying in a deserted wilderness. With the sound of wind, a noisy mechanical sound came to his ears, "Welcome to the 'old days', sun."
Is it the death of welcoming the new day but unable to cover up the old, or is it the new sun that captures the old and is crowned with the glory of the "sun"? It's like a ridiculous and alternative "survival and death". An Yumian thought so.
The dispute between the old and the new is a fixed point that is destined to happen at different times, as eternal as the glory of the new dynasty that will eventually replace the old dynasty. But there are always some people who work hard to pull him out and see the glow of the sky again.
He is a dead ringer from the past.
Intention: Positive and uplifting