There are thousands of swords in the floating world, and the swords cut through love.
The play says: In this prosperous age, the son's bones are needed to lay the foundation, the daughter's tears are turned into golden paint, and the soul of the infatuated person is used as a lamp, so that the white clothes of the past cannot be restored.
I once heard that the young master of a noble family wanted to be loyal to the emperor, serve the country, help the world and the people, and he also wanted to play the piano and the harp in harmony and never leave him. However, unexpectedly, the strings were broken, the jade was broken, the mirror was cracked, and the lamp withered. In the end, fate was inevitable, glory was like a dream, and the past turned into dust.
Concept: Everyone has his or her own frustrations