I've given birth to branches for the orchid, and I just want to look back.
Drinking wine while looking at the moon and sky, tears in the cup are mixed.
Inside the high eaves of the red wall, the beautiful lady is guarding alone.
When you look at yourself in the mirror and admire yourself alone, who will betray you?
That time when they met, his shy smile broke through her frozen breakwater.
That kind of will lit up his lonely and dark world.
If she were not a pawn in the hands of the Fourth Prince.
And he is not the powerful seventh prince.
Maybe they will live a happy life, but reality pulls them back to the bottom.
There are so many conspiracies hidden behind their seemingly beautiful marriage.
Love each other over and over again.
Worry and love are bound together.