The Sun and the Moon Are Divided

"Thousands of years of sighing, the rustling shadows are not in chaos... The sky is full of flowers, wholesalers are walking along the ancient road, and a few declining willows are floating..." How to survive in troubled times? Would it have been different if I had never been a slave? Of course it is okay to declare yourself a king, but it is different from truly ruling the world. Uncovering the last page of the dynasty, is the sound coming from the past the last evening bell of the past? That's all. Family, imperial power, life and death, people, swords, deep palaces... It is better to sigh for a moment and just teach people to understand that all things return to dust.