Feitian of the Western Regions

The tranquil Tianchi has rippling blue waves. The sky of history has not changed for thousands of years. The dancing flying sky, the colorful clothes misty into the clouds. A luminous cup of grape wine cannot buy love. The unparalleled hero of the Turkic Khan, the hero is at his end, no matter how much love is in vain. The promise of the past life, the fate of the future life, can true love be exchanged for lovers to see the beauty of the night together... Returning to Ningyuan, the singing and dancing are still there. On the Silk Road, camel bells remain as the sun sets. The prosperous capital Chang'an is just a stop in life. This mysterious small country on the border is just a speck of stars in the historical sky. The many sorrows and injustices cannot withstand the rolling world of mortals. The waves of time and history are like rivers, washing away all kinds of situations in the world, diluting love, hate and sorrow, leaving only mottled traces, telling the vicissitudes of thousands of years. It was once as prosperous as clouds and smoke, and the sky was like a dome and a crescent moon. When people leave, the building is empty and the fragrance is no longer there, leaving only the yellow sand filling the sky...