The rivers and lakes are far away, and the Liuxia city is deep. Fourteen figures intersect in the wind and rain, weaving a picture full of cracks.
Some people hold their hearts as a torch, lighting up the path of their lover, but they themselves fall into eternal darkness; some people swallow the bitter water in their stomachs despite their dissolute fame, and let the world laugh at their incompetence, holding up a world that no one knows.
The young man who should have acted coquettishly at the knees of his parents was dubbed the savior and dragged his body on the edge of a knife; the talented man who was once the proud son of heaven fell off the altar and picked up the broken pride in the mud.
Tenderness is a cocoon ground out. Some people grow a delicate heart in the imperfect quagmire, while others quench poison from the honeypot. Forgiveness is a knot that cannot be untied. Some people let go of all the harm, only trapping themselves to death. Some people are called villains with a butcher knife in their hands, but they block a fatal blow for the common people at the end of their lives.
The young swordsman's sword failed to protect his lover in the end, and only cut his own throat; the helpless bystanders watched helplessly as their beloved disappeared, unable to even say goodbye. Some people's young lives ended abruptly, but in the memory of the elderly, they will always have that gentle smile; some people went from being high-spirited to doomed, and when they looked back, they could no longer see the way they came.
They are each other's light and their own calamity. They struggle and collide in the torrent of the times, and write legends with regrets.
When the last drop of rain fell on the bluestone of Liuxia City, all love and hate, success and failure fell into silence. Only those living figures were still telling the joys and sorrows that had not yet ended in time.
Intention: Be positive and make progress together
