Can't Forget

Millions of years of wind, frost, snow and rain, millions of years of steady flow... Wind, rain, sky, earth... Li Huanian stood at the end of the long river of time and glanced at the starry sky for the last time when he was about to die. He couldn't help but think of the immortal's poem about Taoism. He achieves his great ambitions and achieves great success, but in the end his head turns to dust in vain. "It's true as she said, such a life is not a worthwhile trip." He turned to face the chaos that was eroding everything, and said in a deep voice as if helplessly—— "I have lost too much, but only this time..."