Thousands of years ago:
When the city of Chang'an was destroyed, you climbed up first with a loud roar, while I fell down to die for my country in plain clothes. The moment I stared at it was the origin.
A hundred years ago:
You whizzed past me in a hurry, and I watched silently in the crowd. The moment we met, we said goodbye forever.
One year ago:
They met again in the rain, standing in the sunshine that belonged to each other, without saying a word, but seeing through everything.
Purpose: Guotai and people's peace