The palace guards who were keeping watch over the spirit were all sent off to rest, and there was no one in the court. I don't know when the snow started to fall again. It fell silently on the white flags, in front of the steps, and on her shoulders and hair.
She didn't brush.
I don't feel cold either.
When I was extremely sad, the cold and heat on my body were the first to lose consciousness.
She raised her head. The winter moon is still hanging in the gaps in the clouds, and the snow falls one by one from the moonlight, shining like broken silver.
She looked at the moon for a long time.
It turns out that love and hate are in the same bitter water - if you love him, you hate this life; if you hate him to the end, it's still because you love him. In life, you can't hide from weapons, you can't hide from wind and snow, but you can't hide from the word "life". They clearly promised each other, but they couldn't even take a step closer.
Maybe...
Maybe...
Intention: Even in the name of love, can you make all decisions for the other person?