Reborn once more, through wind and snow, the winter plum blooms again
This time, she sheds the weakness of a heart ruled by love
She hides her gentle nature and returns with every memory from her past life
She sees through the emperor's cold, selfish machinations
She knows the fate and schemes of everyone in the harem
Everyone in the inner palace is sharp-minded: every step is a power play, every move a matter of life and death
Under the palace's surface, currents surge; the court is shrouded in turmoil
Everyone has a plan in this game of chess
Old dreams lie shattered, and the winter plum blooms anew
In this life, I will decide who wins and loses in the palace's game of chess
