The lost ancient city, the familiar music and strings, the flying sand and smoke; like lies from another life, lingering in the bones. Western Region Jue, when you meet him by chance, you will find warmth that comforts your heart. Words of loyalty are nothing more than lies to deceive oneself and others, and the red armor is nothing more than trying to add to it. No amount of lingering can hide your elegance without makeup.
Some hatred is like a circle, and there is no end to retribution;
Some hatred is hidden but silent, and the wind and snow in the belly turn into swords;
Some feelings are deep in the bones and hard to come back, and the beauty of Juanjuan cannot comfort the heart for many years;
Some love is intentional but not destined; the flying sand reappears after a lifetime.