One Thought of Glory and One Thought of Eternity

The sun and the moon are passing by, and the sharp blades are mottled and rusty. The white horse passed by, and the phoenix crown lowered its head and screamed sadly. How many of the most magnificent and proud sons of heaven have long been speechless and unable to bear to say goodbye, but they will eventually disappear. How many generations of emperors, generals, and ministers can still shine brilliantly, shine for generations, and achieve unparalleled achievements? In the human world, what is lively and noisy, but eventually disappears in the setting sun in the sky, is not only the wandering cold wind in the north, but also the drifting and helpless life. You accompanied me throughout my youth, but I owe you a story. My king, I still remember.