The princess who grew up in the imperial city and knew the city well fell in love with the freedom of the unrestrained land.
Growing up in the city, I felt sorry for the worldly poets and writers, and plotted the weirdness of Kyoto.
Growth is not the result of overthrowing the truth that has been firmly adhered to in the heart again and again, and swallowing the scars of blood and tears on countless rainy nights.
Accept the betrayal after conflicting interests, accept the silence of those around you who protect yourself wisely, accept the helpless hurt from the people you care about, accept that you are just a wisp of dust in the floating world.
