A princess whose country was wiped out, a love that seems to have faded away from all the flowers, a pain that has disappeared from the blue and into the underworld.
She just wanted to find someone in the world who would take her with him sincerely, and it had nothing to do with conspiracy. The time in this life was too short, and she wanted to stay with him for a long time.
He said: "Wait for me for twenty-five years, and I will come to pick you up in twenty-five years."
She replied: "Twenty-five years, so long, the cypress trees on my grave have grown into timber."
All she wanted was to be with her every day and help each other. It turned out that there were so many obsessions in this world, but they could not be completed and turned into smoke with the wind.
To her, love seems to be separated by several mountains and rivers, or several lifetimes...
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