I am Qing Nu, standing behind them, watching every flower bloom and fall, every flower from blooming to withering, every country from prosperity to decline. Terrified and helpless everywhere.
My master was kind, gentle and virtuous, but his love was snatched away by his younger sister, and he died with hatred. The person I admire sits in the court, but has no intention of governing the country. He has feelings, but does not place them in me.
The war is raging, life and death are ups and downs, and I can hardly save even one life.
Things changed at that time, and he finally let go of everything, but things were no longer the same and people were no longer the same...