I have loved someone for 3,600 years.
I love his back under the independent plum blossoms looking at the flying snow, I love his figure with flying white robe, I love the curve of his knee-length black hair, and I love the slight smile he gives me when he looks back.
I loved for so long and hard, but in exchange for him cutting out my heart.
The mountain is plunged into darkness, my walls are burned in the fire, my heart is dead and my body is damaged.
But he smiled and stood beside his princess and said that he could not leave her.
How unforgivable!
Flowers bloom and fall for another year, and the snow melts and spring returns. My husband is alone in the wind and snow, and he walks away in white clothes without asking.