In the spring, I sing songs into the rivers and lakes, and the conspiracy is like a net that crushes the original intention - the lights of Yushan are ashes, the broken swords are buried in the bloody path, and the scent of medicine is scattered to lead to the underworld. When the old path was covered with snow, I was shocked to realize that the cup that I held tightly when we first met finally turned into the sand that was loosened when we said goodbye. The so-called "chivalry" is just a mirror of flowers and water, and the moon is gone. At the end of spring, only frost and snow remain on the road.
Purpose: To use the extreme contrast between "beauty and brokenness" to reveal the fragility of Jianghu ideals, explore "why love and protection have become tools of tragedy", metaphorically describe the impermanence of fate and the struggle of human nature, and ask "what is true chivalry" in the aftertaste of tragedy.