The plum blossoms and snow are dependent on each other and cannot withstand the coming of the gentle wind. The white moon surges into the mortal world. A piece of silk cloth and a red plum tree write the farewell and the pain of deception. The white moon looked desolate, and the red plum blossoms were even more dazzling. It is your vow to say goodbye, but that is not the reason for me to abandon you. I once said that you are like the stars and the breeze in the mountains. That is true, you are out of reach and elusive.
The moonlight shines in this huge imperial city. It was obvious that he was the deceiver, but why could he shed tears and feel like a knife piercing his heart? Is it because the wind and sand are so strong that my eyes are lost, or a person in my heart has been severely cut off, but all this has happened, there is no way out, he may hate me for a lifetime or even several lifetimes, but who can understand the pain now? At this moment, I suddenly saw his heart and his feelings clearly, but it was too late. Why did I lie to him in this way in the first place? I even believed it when I lied to him. But it's all over. How sad, he cried to God.
It was a dark and windy night, and there were no criminals committing crimes, nor lovers flirting with each other. There was just a drunkard in a dark room. The wine jars beside him were empty in twos and threes. All of them were empty, and so was his heart. He doesn't like drinking, but drinking seems to relieve his worries, but in fact it doesn't. He cried and laughed and said: You have caused me this much, but when I trusted you with your sincerity, you personally took off your disguise and told me that everything was false. You are so cruel! He whimpered, he wanted to go find him, but he didn't have the courage to face it yet, what should he do, what should he do...
Concept: national view, love view