The iron cavalry breaks through the dust, follows the king of war, and defends his hometown.
After the smoke of gunpowder has passed, the broken halberd is left in the sand, and the precious colt returns to the forest sea. It's another spring, and the warm wind blows through the soil devastated by the war. Blood-stained armor is buried under the pink petals, and the flags inserted diagonally into the soil jingle in the wind.
The rising sun shone on the face of the War King, and the blood and soil blurred her face. Ke's slightly narrowed eyes shone brightly, and Wan Lai was quiet, impressed by the light in her eyes. She fell asleep gently, just like she had been drunk many years ago, and was very peaceful.
In an old dream that has lasted for many years, we traveled together in the green mountains on a spring night. A strong wind blew up and thousands of catkins were blown up. The streets under the mountain were decorated with lights and colorful lights, and the elderly and children were chatting and laughing.
They chatted and drank the liquor she brought back from the neighboring country.
Deep in the high forest at night, you and I join hands and return in joy, as if we have never been apart.
Concept: Love has nothing to do with gender, appearance, identity, or age.