How many men have to sacrifice their lives in exchange for today's beautiful mountains and rivers? How many skilled craftsmen worked day and night to build the majestic palace it is today? How many embroiderers have their delicate fingers become rough for the sake of this exquisite dress?
I hate this dense palace that contains the filthiest things in the world.
I hate the man who stands above the imperial power.
But I had to stay in this dark palace and be by this man's side.
Four years of dormancy, just to spend time with my family.
But why, when leaving, there was no joy as imagined?