"Half-faced prince, half-faced beauty.
The crimson official robe is dyed with wind and frost to cover up the daughter's fragrance;
The peach blossoms falling all over Lone Moon's shoulders are fate's mockery of this dual identity.
He (she) stands above all living beings, with majestic majesty, but he or she cannot suppress the fragrance of peach blossoms that spreads in the wind in his heart.
Half of it is loneliness, half of it is regret; half of it is power, and half of it is red makeup.
The most painful separation in the world is nothing more than this. "
