The walls are red and tiled, the palace is deep, and the sin of one person is greater than that of ten thousand. The snow blade seals the throat, and the ink marks erode the bones. It takes ten years to build a game, but one day it burns the sky. The remnants of the tonic are left behind, old cases have fallen into the dust, the bloody edict shocked the world, and the heaven and earth are in awe. When the end comes, it is not what I expected. Since there was no way left, the snow from all over the sky came to pave the long way home for me. When the sky and the earth are white, I may be able to find half a jade jewel with you at the tomb in the palace. Observe the loneliness of the mountains and rivers, pick up a piece of broken ice and watch it reflect its original appearance.
Intention: The lone lamp shines on the snow, and I walk alone towards the edge.
