When the dark eternal night opens the wings of reality and coincides with the darkness before dawn, whether the painful scar will continue to expand instead of healing, the salty smell of the golden wheat field filled with sweat in the silver white of the dew ponders the tumbling of the stomach pouch, when the sad gray is drowned in the joyful applause and knocks over the laziness, whether the suppressed emotions usher in salvation and lift freedom to another day.

Jealousy produces tolerance, disintegration, strangeness enters familiarity and alienation, beauty falls, ugliness comes, happiness and unhappiness are only separated by a veil but they are irreconcilable, mountains and rivers are separated by only a ditch but there is no chance to overlap, wholeness and brokenness are only separated by a skin but all the human heart is revealed, everything seems to have not changed but has actually changed, in the invisible quicksand, light and darkness have been rotated for centuries.

Just when Jin Jianmo, the prince of the country of moon springs, and the princess of the country of flowers, Blue Diamond, walked to the door hand in hand, the prince's cousin rushed to them from the outside with a sword, and the princess of the country of flowers and brocade was still immersed in laughter and did not notice the danger coming, only to see a cold cold light gently passing over her cheeks, the princess covered the bleeding half of her face and shed tears sadly, the prince's cousin took the opportunity to stab the remaining half of the princess's face, and the prince of the country of the moon spring hurriedly turned his back and blocked the stabbing sword with his arm.

The princess screamed and squatted on the ground before she recovered from the terrible injury, and the prince's cousin knew that she could not hurt the princess and decided to stab the prince, but when she just pointed the sword at the prince's chest, the prince held it firmly in the palm of his hand, and the prince grabbed the tip of the knife and pulled it hard to his side, the sword and the cousin had no time to dodge, and fell to the ground due to inertia, and the prince helped the princess to stagger slowly towards the flowery meadow, leaving only a desolate world behind waiting for the light to be repaired......

The storm of dawn swept away the dust on the long road of love, but did not remove the red apricots sticking out of the wall, the cries of battle filled the thin eardrums, burning the blood behind the moonlight to the fertile soil of hope, the icy undercurrent hid in the bright day, hurriedly took away happiness, and then hurriedly threw away the loss, the dirty soul floated to the mirror of human nature, and saw himself and others under the mask.

Humility is not all humility, a self-confidence can see the future, sadness is not all sorrow, an understanding can reflect reality, but when the impulsive consciousness slowly cools down, everything is too late, and the unchangeable truth cuts the surface of the soul and eclipses the glory. The prince's cousin looked sadly at the back of the prince and the princess holding hands, she got up from the ground angrily and stabbed the sword in her hand into the princess's back, the prince sensed the danger and drew the soldier's sword, only to see him quickly turn around and stab his cousin in the heart.

The cousin spat blood like a falling meteor slammed into the ground, she left this world forever before she could say goodbye to the birds of love for the last time, the prince originally thought that his sword would only hurt his cousin's skin, but he did not expect to take his cousin's life with a heavy sword, he trembled and held the bloody sword and did not know how the endgame of love should end.

However, what puzzled him even more was that his cousin had been imprisoned by him in the room, how could he easily escape, it turned out that the minister's son learned that the prince's cousin had been punished by the prince for obstructing the marriage of the prince and the princess, so he took some gold coins late at night to buy off the soldiers guarding the prince's cousin, the prince's cousin actually returned to his bedroom before they had a wedding, she wanted to destroy the love she couldn't get in addition to sitting on the bed and sobbing, and after a painful struggle, she decided to bring a sword and stab the princess of the country of flowers, but this naïve conspiracy had not yet unfolded herself and sang lamentation in another world......

The black rose sucked the transparent nectar, and was jealous of whom in the flowers, the turbid undercurrent beat the steep cliff and spread the breath of death to whose feet, the white frost and snow tore people's souls into pieces from a street corner on the edge of the sky, and hung on the brows of whom, the pure clouds released peach-colored warmth, and the lonely wasteland was intoxicated into whose heart, the familiar became strange, and it only took a turn to endure a long torment, and the rich became poor, perhaps in an instant, but the face of the world will kill everything in seconds, redemption will become hatred, and there is still a bright temperature, but the butcher's knife of killing has cut off the beauty in the sad afternoon。

Jin Jianmo, the prince of the country of moon springs, let go of the princess's hand and walked to his cousin's side, he looked at his cousin in a pool of blood, his eyes were full of self-blame and repentance, the minister's son saw that his lover was robbed of the last bit of warmth, he drew his sword and rushed to the prince to put him to death, the prince still held his cousin's body and fell into great grief, he recalled the scene of his fight with his cousin and couldn't help but burst into tears, the sky of love could not leave three people but could accommodate two lonely souls, when the desire for power shattered all the light and flames and smeared the darkness layer after layer, humble happiness plundered not only a happy marriage but also a wounded figure.

The minister's son moved his footsteps and approached the prince's body again and again, he could not watch his love crumble into dust while he was indifferent, the death of his lover ran aground in his heart like an unfillable vacancy, and he lost his reason, only to see a light and shadow gallop in the blood-colored sun, cutting the sweetness of love into a melancholy dream......

When the dark haze breaks into the center of the light flame and dyes the color of the dawn into dark gray, can the temperature of love rise to the apex and let happiness condense into eternity, bitterness and sweetness pull what kind of legend the feelings of the two people want to piece together, when the vague stars entangle the charm of the moonlight layer by layer to reveal the true face of the appearance, whether the dull eyes have sensed another truth behind the lie. The strange distance is not far away, but it is untouchable, the ruler of the soul is placed on the threshold, I want to get everything, but the result is zero, love has no happiness to rely on, it is always fluttering, you can see a trace, but you can't really have it.

Just when the minister's son raised his sword and pushed Jin Jianmo, the prince of the country of Moon Springs, to the brink of death, Dugu Arrow immediately drew out an arrow and shot it at the abdomen of the minister's son, the minister's son was hurt and showed a frightened look, he first glanced at his abdomen and then staggered back, Dugu Arrow shot the second arrow and the third arrow, and the minister's son quickly swung the sword and flew one arrow after another.

The prince of the country of moon springs put his cousin's body on the back of the idle chair, he looked indifferently at everything that happened, as if he was not a part of this space, Dugu Arrow angrily grabbed three blood arrows from the quiver and launched a final attack on the minister's son, the three blood arrows like a gliding giant eagle devoured the roses and love in the hall, suddenly the minister appeared in front of his son and grabbed the three blood arrows, Dugu Arrow maintained the posture of drawing the bow and did not want the good luck in his hand to flee like this, but the terrible nightmare haunted by the new dream did not give the soul any chance to resist......