A story about love and parting, sad but implicit. China's 5,000-year-old imperial heart is the guide of the story. Is everything meaningless in front of the temptation of the world? Just leave me, give my life for him, and sing silently for him all my life.

The yellow sand and fox hair all over the sky can't stop the howling cold wind, which is a thing of the past. I will go to the desert with you. You care about the world and fight all over the world. I am willing to accompany you to fulfill your long-cherished wish. However, at night, accompanied by the stars, I often quietly look at the Central Plains alone, where there are Jiangnan families I have longed for all my life. You promised me that when you won the world, you would retire with me. Things can't escape reincarnation, and war can't escape reincarnation. Even if you always win, what can you do? The world is so big that you can't sit and enjoy it with one body. All you can have is a luxurious palace and beautiful rivers and mountains, which never belong to anyone. The night before the war, you stood on the top of the mountain, picturesque, and I stood by you, just looking at your picturesque eyes. Among the thousands of troops, the swords and shadows are silent, and you fought bloody battles. As long as we win this war, we can take over the world. I don't like war, and I don't want to see blood everywhere. Now, I'm carrying a sword and I'm stepping over dead bodies everywhere. I thought what you wanted was never a beautiful woman, but a bosom friend who could fight side by side. When you drop the last sword, when everything is a foregone conclusion, I can see the burning in your eyes, but I can also see the dodge in your eyes. It's just that the ending is already doomed. You turn around and leave me with a back. I will remember your last smile. I will slowly forget the sword that my abdomen blocked for you. The wound is still bleeding. Perhaps, I can finally go to Jiangnan as I wish, the place that haunts me.

A year later, in a corner of Lin 'an City, a Peking Opera called "See the Sun with a Sword" was staged on the stage of the theater. The music score of erhu is no longer sad, but is an interpretation of the wind on the battlefield, the screams of horses, the shouts of soldiers, and the pipa is no longer shy. Some people say that musical instruments are alive. As long as you meet intimate friends, you will understand the boldest and most delicate feelings. I put on red makeup again, and I am not familiar with the singing method of Beijing dialect for a long time. After singing for a while, I choked up and couldn't continue. No matter how cruel the war is, it will melt into the poetic Jiangnan, and only here can it contain a bloody history, a Peking Opera that does not belong here, and a person of unknown origin. I can't remember what happened before, except that I woke up from the ruins that night and walked all the way to Jiangnan, as if this were my home. However, at dusk, I still look at the desert, because I came from there and died there.