The floating life is temporarily sent to dreams within dreams, and things in the world are like hearing the wind and the wind.
The amber mountains under the moonlight captured a corner of the history book, and "we" got a glimpse of the splendid life of a short-lived dynasty.
The implicit love under the turbulent waves of the Machiavellian, the hot but frank and deliberate pursuit of the intruder.
You, who is far away from the cold mountains, will also boil over in my pretense.
Countless people have stepped on it, the settlers are happy and satisfied, and the invaders' iron hooves have pierced it.
"We" are not those who have experienced it, but we are also eager to find the group of creatures lost in the history books of time.
In the world of hatred, no one can see the end.
Intention: Love the sky and hate the sea