The king raised his sword, and three thousand enemy troops fell to their death.
When you smile, thousands of women feel restless.
I specialize in detoxifying poisons, but I have no choice but to give myself a poison that is difficult to detoxify.
I still remember that when you smiled under the fireworks, your heart was given.
King, we each have our own thoughts and cannot join hands. Your heart is full of kings and mountains, and my heart is full of kings and smiles.