The red wall blocks out the spring light, and the palace leaks make an unknown reverberation.
The rain always falls at the wrong time, wetting the steps and blurring the eyebrows in the red windows. Some people throw poisoned chess pieces at flower viewing banquets, some sleep on secret pillows on rainy nights, some crush their sincerity into medicine residue, and some use madness to cover up their sobriety.
The roses bloomed and faded, the token became a murder weapon, and the promise was shattered in the wind. Every palace wall hides unsaid words, and every rain cannot wash away the scars under the floating dust. They walked through the mud and climbed through the cobwebs, thinking that what they were holding was grace, but when they turned around, they discovered that it was just another cage woven by fate.
But there are always things that shine in the dark night - the moonlight reflected in the broken porcelain pieces, the kite with broken strings flying into the distance, and when the rain stops, someone dares to look up and say: "The sky will always be sunny."
The dream in the deep palace is drunk again after waking up, broken and rounded again. Those who have been let down, treasured, and forgotten will eventually show their sharpest appearance in the aftertaste.
Concept: The deep palace is a gorgeous dream field: some people regard grace as true love, regard family as support, and live in a dream of "glory and wealth"; some people use madness to hide their sincerity, make concessions to make a living, and chew the aftertaste in "sober sinking". It's true that the rain beats the flowers, it's true that the sisters turned against each other, it's true that they once looked at the moon side by side, it's true that the coldness of the imperial power is true, the bitingness of the calculation is true, and the moment of soft-heartedness hidden behind the fake smile is also true. All the "light dreams" will eventually wake up, leaving only the "afterglow" lingering around: the crushed friendship, the unspoken forgiveness, the traces of struggling in the mire, and the courage to still fly a kite for yourself in a desperate situation. There is no absolute winner here, only people who strive to live their own lives between reality and reality.
