In the season of blooming flowers, they met by the clear stream. He was the king of darkness, and she was his dancer who captivated the city.
They met in the lights on the luxurious balcony. He was a wanderer returning home, and she was a gift from his brother.
Her alluring dance, her endless scheming, the story hidden behind her smile.
When everything becomes a picture of the past, who is holding the hand under the fallen tree?