In the wind of falling flowers, you look back at the smile on your lips; you still miss me, but you find that I have already been deeply in love...
Three hundred years of ups and downs have washed away everything in the Forbidden City. When you touch the red wall with your fingertips, whose whisper is ringing in your ears... Whether it is you who are domineering and powerful, gentle and caring, or you who are cruel and ruthless in the eyes of others, it is a dream, and all I remember is your undying love.