When the world is settled and all the people return home, standing on the top of the peak where thousands of people admire, looking back with regret, the lonely emperor, do you still remember...
Those romantic days...
That domineering arrogance, the stubbornness of youth...
The soldiers approaching the city still laughed at the vast sorrow of the world...
The dead man standing in front of you without any complaints...
The general who fought tooth and nail for you and died on the battlefield...
The woman who will jump down for you from now on...
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Drinking alone late at night and laughing loudly. When I return from the dream, I will be touched. Even if the fire extinguished by one's own hands is rekindled, the whole body will be covered with wounds... How much does the melodious sound of the flute sound?
The rivers and lakes are high and far away, where is the home...