A Thousand-Year Dream

The battles and killings in the setting sun of the war cannot cover up the gentle words among the conversation and laughter; The intrigues under Xiao Qiang in the palace cannot fade away the passing years in the cuddles; Amidst the singing of orioles, the scenery in my heart of boating in the rivers and lakes and settling down in the south of the Yangtze River gradually fades away, leaving only yellowing handwriting; The swans are flying in, but the life journey of flickering candles and relying on wind and rain is described briefly and carefully, and a fragrance comes out; The eternal hegemony is just a dream, but the countless clues that are suddenly outlined are enough for you and me to have a drunken dream...