I Can't Help but Dream

This is a strange and bizarre world. There are thousands of miles of snowfields, thousands of miles of sand seas, abyss and high peaks. There are colorful purples and reds in spring, and withered leaves in autumn. Here, you can be a romantic talent who can settle down the world with his pen, or you can be a heroic general who can settle the world with his horse. He can be a strategist who can strategize and win a thousand-mile victory, or he can be a reckless righteous man who dares to laugh at Huang Chao because of his ambition. It can be the stay together of a talented man, a beautiful woman, and childhood sweethearts, or it can be the regret of fate playing tricks on people and forgetting each other. I am willing to exchange for a pot of aged wine and be greedy for the rest of my life. If so, reality is so beautiful, who would want to sink in a dream. . . . .