Looking back at Jiangdu, we have seen decades of ups and downs. Time flies by, and looking back at the old scene, the old scene is still there, but the familiar atmosphere of the past is gone. Her appearance has aged, and it is no longer what it used to be. Looking back sadly, all that foolishness, sadness and complaint were all in vain in the end. What is resentment, why is it madness? But it is also impossible to tell, the way is unclear.
This is the stage he built for me. The blood-stained robe is my gorgeous dress. Beating war drums outside the palace is my song. The endless smoke is my most beautiful dance.