In a coup, she lost the two most important men in her life.
Forced, she climbed to the pinnacle of power in his place,
However, she buried her heart next to him.
She was supposed to be the proud daughter of heaven, living in the Mood for Love.
How should she regain herself after grief?
How should I live for him and love for him?
New people come, old people stay,
She is hidden under the golden crown and royal robe,
She shuttled around them. . . . . .