I can understand everything, but I can't understand you alone.
The back figure in front of the dressing table always shows loneliness and sadness, and there is no emotion in the bronze mirror.
The golden phoenix pendant, the brocade flowing ink hair, looks like the moon, but it is covered with frost and repels people thousands of miles away.
The plain white pear blossoms are stained with blood, like a sharp knife piercing the heart.
Do you have to hurt me like this?
Under the falling flowers, hatred is frozen. In the chaos of war, if you make a mistake, you will hurt someone if you regret it.
You smile sweetly, but not to me.
Even after three years of getting along, I can't clear away the gloom and warm my heart. What do you want me to do?
If I die, will there be a tear left for me?
That's all, that's all, why humiliate yourself when you know the outcome.
From today onwards, my heart and mind are gone, my remaining life is over, and we are no longer strangers to each other across the world.
I hope that in the next life, when the pear blossoms are blooming, we will meet each other quietly by chance with my horse and your piano. No longer stained with blood, no longer stained with hatred.
You know my heart.
Not thinking, not resenting.
Just because you are born...
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
